My back is so firmly against the wall, I have to step outside to button my shirt. TFG
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There’s a hole being dug with your name on it So mind yourself that your not piling shame on it There’s a meadow waiting for your remains Where you’ll finally…
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My sleepless nights are bottled up, corked and labeled and in the darkness predawn I carry them down to the cellar never to be revisited. Most are of…
I was around seven or eight years old when I got word of a kid whose father had a garage full of brand new GI Joe’s, that you could…
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