The sound of the waves and the cries...Of the seagulls circling the sand, one found a muscle, others gulls wish you take it
In the fragments of the songs, Carried down the wind from some radio. ....Arcades like gulls scream a neon light message composed of greed gambling and ultimately poverty.
To my bestie promise this...If you ever need holding......Call my name, I’ll be there
If you ever need holding, And no holding back, I’ll see you through...
Now Autumn leaves are falling , reds Autumn brown,some bronze yellow, fruit hanging low. This guy once tried to find out...where the birds called 'Amazon's' came from..you know like in the film "swallows and Amazon's" , ( much to others amusement)... gosh what a time it was what a time ...So long ago. Tides keep turning. Season keep disappearing. Ghosts constant companion. Silent often alongside starring into a tomorrow no one's promised. But all hope to see.
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