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My Head Is Buried In The Sands Of Tomorrow, While My Tail Feathers Are Singed By The Hot Sun Of Today.

-John Barrymore

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My Head Is Buried In The Sands

John Barrymore

My Head Is Buried In The Sands Of Tomorrow, While My Tail Feathers Are Singed By The Hot Sun Of Today.

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