When there is too

We make our own love songand sing it as we move along,breathing’s optional when we kissbut difficult all the same and thebonus prize is in your eyes everytime they smile at me…

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Meaner streets

In those alleywayswhere the days werespent loosely andwhere honesty was stolen property, yesthose who were castaway neededfor all and for nothing,and they became indifferent toalmost everything…

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