THE investigation of the total heart,
fantastic things subjective to right,
and wrong,
morsels,
morsels, of this beatifull image hope,
still the docter drinks his cognac,
and waits for the hert,
a screeching of these wheels, and
the lovers jump in bed, and play and
fu..ck......
WOOOOOOOOOSH! Let's not get shy, now David...we couldn't take that, now... 'ell of a piece...'ell of a writer! ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; FjR
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Wow, David you really get your point across when your writing. No holding back. Oh well, Take care David.