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08-13-2010, 09:55 AM
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sell things like insurance
to anyone at all birds enjoy my singing when it's my turn in the fall buy things like your assurance that i am here at all a horsey goes with no name still runs... is sill the same a mandolin wind has blown itself out a candle in ...it's light, melts its own wax but a mandolin wind,has lost its own tracks a teacher at an old wooden desk only it was new back then watches her students,like the Mother hen some will make it,some will recall--back when and it's you that i'm feelin' and it's your love that i'm stealin' with you, so hard to part but you remain...always in my heart Jesus' blood never told me, it wouldn't fail me it never promised me , anything at all but it took my Mother and Father now the birds miss me...in the fall i loved a plethora,in a dream a long time ago i loved her soft, i loved her slow i felt her deepest hopes and dreams and still don't know,what anything means loan me...when we...wish upon a penny then we...told me....there really isn't any violins play around the sound of a penny lost...and a penny found we aren't so innocent ,when we dream
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