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Sunday, July 31, 2005
Sometimes......
Sometimes you're the pigeon, sometimes you're the statue. Once I was waiting for a bus outside the Philadelphia bus station. I looked up and saw a pigeon on the ledge of a 2nd floor window. Just about that time, that damn pigeon unloaded on me....SPLAT!!!.....literally I was the statue that day in Philadelphia.
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