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Aug 2
my
my old girl looks after appartments
and one day she brung home your
biography

and i am getting toward the end
-an entertaining read-!
when suddenly

i am transported back-
guns and roses on the juke
the bridge over the nene

and you are waiting for me
to speak but shrugging and
giving up and walking away..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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