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Troubesome Love

 

 

Troublesome love . . . 

will not let you sleep . . . 

 

Sort of like a basketball game . . .

 

Questions are bounced mad and furiously against the hardwood floor with only more questions bouncing back

 

Meanwhile someone is trying to steal your dreams causing you to twist and turn distorting your image

 

And you fight your way down the court of life and toss your hopes and dreams into the air and pray to God . . . go in