Aug 2011
I escaped the irons blowing kisses to future fathers-
I escaped the bronx cheers and lack of filligre,
I escaped the
"shut your mouth, old hound-
lend your ears to the lack of me."
I escaped the bronx cheers and lack of filligre,
I escaped the
"shut your mouth, old hound-
lend your ears to the lack of me."
