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Somedays.

Somedays it is true.

That you can fill your glass to full.

But woman.

That does not mean.

I do not love you.

I am working from severn to severn.

Just to give us the money, so I can go on loving you.

But this night.

Woman, you make me dizzy.

And there you go on one again.

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paul-hardwick
64 / M / English
Published
Apr 4, 2012
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