January, 1979 saw a terrible crash and it couldn’t help but laugh. :o)
My ear pressed against the pass like a glass on a wall of a hospital photograph.
My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips.
I was floating in a peaceful sea
rescued by a sinking ship.
If I could become the servant of all, no lower place to fall. (I could
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