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Subject: Oh Whatsername


Author:
Mike
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Date Posted: 11:09:58 12/25/04 Sat
In reply to: Herd 's message, "A wounded Herd" on 15:52:21 11/26/04 Fri


Thought I ran into you down on the street
Then it turned out to only be a dream
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face
But I can't recall the name
Now I wonder how whatsername has been

Seems that she disappeared without a trace
Did she every marry old what's his face
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face
But I can't recall the name
Now I wonder how whatsername has been

Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
The regrets are useless
In my mind
She's in my head
I must confess
The regrets are useless
She's in my head
From so long ago

And in the darkest night
If my memory serves me right
I'll never turn back time

Forgetting you, but not the time




.Walking was one thing that cleared his mind, and being in a new town surounded by mountains and wild things made it all the easier to be content.
.Blue eyes drift about as the trail he was following dumped him into a green cleaning not far from the farm he'd parked his bmw at.
.A few small clusters of hoses where grazing about but these five where the ones that caught his attention, they where a bit battered but seemed to be domestic.
.Only the big pained one was on edge, the others seemed to be more than mellow, unlike the wild horses he'd seen.
.Scratching thoughfuly at his thickening stubble and watches them closely, noticing the wound speckeled hides and the dried blood.



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