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Apr 2010
Three souls locked away in time not to be seen for centuries to come.
Sounds of love flying in and out of clouds of lights shinning down in the night
It was a sign of the times to see then grow, not everyone could go.
One J – dynamic, is soaring through the mind.
Two J’s – high as the spirits that carry her soul while she sings rock-n-roll
Three J’s – the lizard king and prince of the thunder crashing across the stage
He can do anything but fade away.Time has stood still for the sounds of yesterday. Now we’re three J’s away.
(c)2000 Wayne Andrew Paskell
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wayne paskell
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     --- and D Conors
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