Give me some distance, far away resistence. Hang with the mad, end up evil and had, at times maybe dead. Some causes need to be fought, best chosen wisely sought.
Then again rethought, less your payments bought. Cashed checked with the crowd, circumstances may get too loud. Too late after transaction, best repented before reaction.
Far from the maddening loud, way away from the crowd. In a world gone mad, some refuse to be had, They stay clear in glad.
Know it do most of the time.....just hide myself in my poetry...far away from evil!!
Love Tinka
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on April 18, 2004
Yeah...I know what you mean grady...
everyone seems to have a bug up their
you know what...sometimes I feel like
crawling in a hole too...keep writing..
you inspire me...floria
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Love Tinka
everyone seems to have a bug up their
you know what...sometimes I feel like
crawling in a hole too...keep writing..
you inspire me...floria
way away from the crowd.
I seem to do just that more and more these days.