View Blog    Laugh on my Lips. I am walking down the street. Car sounds greet me. I am laughing about last night. Flight home. More drunk than I should have been. A ruckus at the bar. I wasn't allowed in. Friend enter and I leave. Departed crowd. I am left with nothing, but to return home with a laugh on my lips. Lydia Workman     Posted by lydiaworkman on 2008-03-10 11:17:04 | Rating: | Views: 101     Email This to a Friend Friend's Email *    Friend's Name*    Your Name*    Security code*    Refresh Image                 Print This Blog Post     Bookmark: Delicious  Digg  Reddit  Facebook  StumbleUpon    Permalink:      Blog Comments Nothing found Would you like to comment?     (Maximum characters: 5000)     You have characters left.      Security code:                                                     Refresh Image

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