...absolute nothingness.
Am I a poet? Neigh, more like a rusty old horse with a cantankerous rider who feels a bit like a fartled gruntbag!
Those were the days my friend...
It's late in the evening, and I've really blown those crowds away.
PERSISTENT STATE OF ONGOING RECOVERY this is the story of construction of a life that was and is beautiful. I am because I think I think because I can Life's Good Thank God for what I do have and not for what I do not!
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