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Time Zone

SoundSound Posts: 579
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
please people

tell us your time zone
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

Jim Carrol
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  • sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
    no mine is the only correct one everyone fallow me......its nice hear....:)
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,412
    Why are you wondering about this?

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  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    i should be sleeping right now

    it is 1:35 am


    i want to know your time so i can see everybody in a decent hour
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
    change your clocks so they say 10:30, then just go to work when your clock says its time to and tell everyone else there crazy, and there clocks are wrong
    http://www.myspace.com/pleasetryagain

    http://www.myspace.com/alotalotbetweenus
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,412
    Oh. Sound, are you in Europe?
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  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    South America

    Brazil

    Rio de Janeiro
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
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