R S Prasanna

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Monday, April 13, 2009

RIP, dear friend

"The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike at times.
And there's no use in tryin'
T' deal with the dyin',
Though I cannot explain that in lines."
- Bob Dylan.

RIP, dear friend.


Anonymous Sandhya said...

It's gonna be a year next month. Miss Bulls.

11:44 AM  

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