He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver.
And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Monday, April 28, 2003
Ok, so your heart is broken
You're sitting around mopin', cryin', cryin'
You say you even think about dying
Well, before you do anything rash, baby, dig this
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