SHRINKS, with their flimsy pundits,
avenues with their street whores,
and gangs, drugs, that paint the moment
perfect, then back on are knees, yes, back
on are knees, we fall.
Very sad to hear of this David, we often make the wrong choices in life and pay for it later I hope that she finds the strength to one day pull her-self out of such a situation Love to you and her Love duncan X
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I would like to translate this poem
Hi David, I hope your staying away from all this. This is not a good scene. Very realistic poem. Take care.