Fort Lauderdale, Florida - July 23, 2010 (12:21am)   We skipped the light fandango, turned cartwheels ’cross the floor. I was feeling kind of seasick, the crowd called out for more and the room was hummin’ harder as the ceiling flew away, and when we called out for another drink but the waiter brought a tray. And so it was later as the miller told his tale that her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale. [Keyboards]. She said: There is no reason and the truth is plain to see. But I wander through my playin’ cards, would not let her be one of the sixteen vestal virgins who were leaving for the coast. And although my eyes were open, they might just as well been closed. And so it was later as the miller told his tale that her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale. [Keyboards]. Come on. come on, come on. And so it was later as the miller told his tale that her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale, a whiter shade of pale, turned a whiter shade of pale, a whiter shade of pale.Here is a very colorful picture with Hannah, me and Connie at Mojo’s. (Nikon D50)
 

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