Trixie Dust

Trixies in the Wind
2001-11-19 03:26:11 (UTC)

Summer of 1978, My sister and I..

Summer of 1978, My sister and I in the back seat just wait.
We pass the time by making lines in the seat that we can't
cross, A thin line like dental floss. She threw my new blue
comb out the window, somewhere on I-70. Dad said, "I'm
sorry, but we can't go back," We're never going back to get
it. It was the first comb I ever had. Got it just that
morning from my mom and my dad. Light blue in color, I
could never find another, comb like that, big and fat... So
tell me, have you seen my comb? Last time I saw it, it was
in her hands, And then it was bouncing down the road. It
wasn't fancy, it wasn't brown, But now it might be from
lying on the ground. So tell me, have you seen my comb?
Driving down the road in September, I was only five but I
still remember, Where the highway turns at the bottom of
the hill, My parents both up front 'cause they loved each
other still. Maybe just a comb made of plastic, Or an
action of a sibling lacking couth, But something that was
thrown out that window, Was the last great symbol of my
youth. Have you seen my comb? Last time I saw it, it was in
her hands, And then it was bouncing down the road. It
wasn't fancy, it wasn't brown, But now it might be from
lying on the ground. So tell me, have you seen my comb?

:-D FIF is so funny.

Ya knows what? I love matt. I really do. And you know
what? Im marrying that guy. Yeah, Im 16. Yes, I am
stupid and young and dont know what Im talking about. But
you know what? I dont care. I love him. Im sticking with
him forever. :) Just thought Id announce that. ;)

Anyways, I should go to bed soon.

Laters Huggles, and Marie, and Matt, and all ya guyses that
I loves and miss.




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