March 12, 2008
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Every five years or so
I look back on my life
and I have a good laugh...
UP on the watershed
standing at the fork in the road
you can stand there and agonize
'til your agony your heaviest load
You never fly as the crow flies...
Til every tree limb overhead just seems to sit and wait
Til every step you take becomes a twist of fate
Indigo Girls
Nomads Indians Saints
I look back on my life
and I have a good laugh...
UP on the watershed
standing at the fork in the road
you can stand there and agonize
'til your agony your heaviest load
You never fly as the crow flies...
Til every tree limb overhead just seems to sit and wait
Til every step you take becomes a twist of fate
Indigo Girls
Nomads Indians Saints
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