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Excuse me, while I kiss the sky.

Posted on January 31, 2011 by George C. Hartman

Oh, James you said it so well. With your guitar licks and deep lyrics. Don’t be afraid of the dark anymore. One day I’ll be home. Wherever and whatever that is. If I owned a home AGAIN-it would be a … Continue reading →

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