Fire In The Furnace Comments

Act of indiscretion. Bullets over broadway. A painful litagation process. Im tired of being kicked around. Im starved for affection. Give my remains to broadway. By scratching my beard all day. So shy is a good deed in a weary world. I will reveal what i know. Comedy at its finest power. The day belongs to the decent minded people. There may be snow on the roof. But fire in the furnace.
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