Scotch mist on toast

Shapes, drifting leaves? who believes in the powers of magic? I trick my way in stir the pot they begin to chant. I am or so it is said halfway between life the other half owned by my beautiful wife it leads as it will and I have my fill until my fortune is set…

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Almost a Friday

Try again why again? do it and do it and we can get through it to try and break through, the old habits make me want you even more so what’s it for then? to try again? why again? The answer’s always the same try again, and I feel Dick Whittington’s pain in the trying…

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