Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Mª Jo Tom : D

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One,

This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today


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