Month: July 2018

It was a she, A young woman from Guilford way, Met her by the boot of my Ford Capri, We looked at a map to see where we were going, It was forward forewarned, That heart of mine was torn, By her choosing of another, I found…
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Well, the men get it, and the women get it, But the animals, they do not get it, Or, maybe they do get it, They forget same as we, However their memories might not extend like homo sapiens, So why worry, just exist, Live in the cursor…
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