Triggered
how the never mind,
sneaks up behind,
to harry confront thee,
the triggered thoughts,
amount to naught,
cos p.d. it is she....
Don
re: the p.d. "AM I"
Dumped and alone,
sure hold the phone,
i sailed that lonely sea,
to suffer, think you're all alone,
poor bloody johnson me. :)
shut up brain and let me be...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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