There goes a nice man. The hooker thought he had a heart of gold.
Monday, April 24, 2017
Songs of experience: Paying my due
I picked up a book today and am reminded of how stupid I have let myself go. All for what? One ideal, one regret, and a few impotent thrusts at the windmill?...or is that a little too much?
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