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Franklin Delano All My Senses Are Senseless Today

he stiffened his grief he stiff upper lipped he hazed his own thoughts swallowed his anger right down he he-man, he he-goat, he under control he head

fly it's not a simple question the one you're just posing me if it's a matter of simple blindness how far you can see some of the answers coming to my

you told me never call me but you didn't mean it, things were too complicated to perfectly explain them, oh yes girl i can understand, you wouldn't be

hear it you shake and fold up in your sheets but your hand's just unlockin'it hello you little girl, pretty girl after all it might be better after all