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Mar 17
The days have past
when I would kiss a lass

When it comes to drink I now pass

No longer dare I to hold a
hand
Nor will I run
Nor make a stand

I'm an old ruffled grouse of a Pheonix







Lying/Laying on my bed of cold ashes


just waiting on a spark of some kindΒ Β .
South-by-Southwest
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South-by-Southwest  74/M/Birmingham , Alabama
(74/M/Birmingham , Alabama)   
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