nothing to write home about. clearly it’s some wannabe. nepo baby, carried daddy’s name. without any talent, she carries it so well….
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Post…karma blows
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little Charito, please come home. miss you so, down past the border, riding a burro, singing a song….
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leave troubles behind, smile…..
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graveyard boots, worn, torn, like my soul. cloak around my back, to many years old. this hat from where only God would know. deceiving masquerading clothes conceal lost dignity……
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lovely Sunday, just Ezra and me….
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loudness escaped, bright flashing lights annoy me. feeling bad, facts true. i wouldn’t have a clue. passing years, prove it’s true…….
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circling sideways. shifting, swirling. no relief. i know i’ll never get over you. this devil bewildered me, dancing along, amusing nonsense, down by the river. smiling anyways, not impressed. he is nothing, worth anything, anyways…
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faithful more than anything. she brings me a peace, beyond any fear……
