Russell
Good point Russell mate.
Sounds about right,
perfect i aint,
always in strife,
nah, don't suck on the paint,
poor galah me:)
Jack
The sometimes word, that become a pest,
no taking back, an torment best,
me bell head rattles,
i aint blest,
forgiveness comes it's off me chest.
?
Searching for the other's laugh,
the soulmate like the mirror half,
to find it sorely is to chaff,
but we will keep a searching:(
wont we?
Don Johnson
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