I remember my old Beethoven Street:
with the market on the
Trace around her lips with his fingers, he tries to
I wish today was not the same tired routine we
I can't believe he's such a sore loser
"Maybe someday you'll
Drank it up slowly
As I looked at the only
Today I'm doing fine,
heading north on the I-5.
Just
A pictured life with
framed to keep but still he
We all wrestlle with "soul," to find the goodness we
Let's make a list of our abuses,
swindles and violated
Everybody’s hopes had died when you were crawling on the
Here lies the boy with corroded lines.
Let's begin without
I found the picture of us in the yard
Some things
With a smile, in a while
you go do what
We're struck by the words,
that seem to deep to
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