"Humor doesn't live where I'm pretty"
Smoking around half head
walking around half dead
Happy doesn't live where I'm sitting (he said)
Another night half hearted
another flashback started
Trouble keeps on ringing
Another reminder she said
The polygamist shakes his head
We're all in a muck
Said the Sitting duck
The quack shakes her head
Money spills on her bills
My restless soul is inside this body that moves too slow
That moves to slow
Sunday, February 02, 2014
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