04-02-2014, 05:19 AM
The wild days, they had their use,
the endless nights and rash abuse.
I would not trade them, what a ride
but eventually all things subside.
Each year past thirty was a gift,
now a teacup's all I lift.
the endless nights and rash abuse.
I would not trade them, what a ride
but eventually all things subside.
Each year past thirty was a gift,
now a teacup's all I lift.
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