Honey, honey, come and dance with me
Crazy week. Old friends hanging from doorways. God put his hand on my shoulder, I kindly asked him to move. Rainy walk on a gray day lead me to another's petty sorrows. Moving like a machine is tiring work. A bike stolen from a homeless man is a prologue to an entertaining tale. I'll tell you one of these days. Picked up a guitar in the company of others and resurrected that feel. "And there's one thing you can lose, it's that feeling."
Rock
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