All the lovely things that people say
And just go on and on with their day
Rarely a soul I see, that goes all the way
It never mattered to them, anyway
Wish it mattered though, so they never had to lie
They complain later on, Oh! how much we can cry
If only for real, we could see them try
From keeping us hooked, they're off, getting a high...
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 18th, 2024 02:57
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
a brilliant title heading a delightfully reflective little gem ..
Thanks alot, much appreciated 🙂
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