On the backs of opening dialogue today was a starter!! Now as I wait for the technical requirement of my life as I would rather be lucky than good any day I would like to say a simple thanks to whom participated in more than a hand shake.
Thanks for listening and thanks for saying something too. I appreciate the done as it's hard to open up in places of treasured.
I sing to the gentle sound of a time where the tears were our bruised knees,
the sidewalk was the curb that made jumping rope a game of system,
baseball with the AM/FM Radio,
oh fashion how did the burial fling such sadness in sync?
It was the adults that gave that the plug,
nobody listened,
everyone laughed,
everyone else blamed,
the paper company.
Munch gives to the level streets now,
it is the howdy doody gang
oh look its all a loud,
the television goes again,
singing bands and lyrics like the verses had chapters without the reams,
what gallop pole is that race?
Should this just be the rhythm of the rain,
should the pasture just be the reminder,
should the spring to summer just be the hello,
I brave the time,
not for the pain,
I brave the Watch.
Might these simple words remain,
might my day be the one that stayed,
might my grasp not be a grave,
might my memory sing with verse and not chapters.
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