Apr 12, 2010

my little plastic boy melting in the hot sun day and night


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Love wont always be present....

 Live as you best can anyway today had frustration. Lack of money to no one called l was alone. Felt alone it rained...it rained on me. Want...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"