Traveling the routes, many different ins and outs. Getting in easy, coming out sleezy. Getting in hard, not wishing too depart. Getting in staying, at times mind decaying.
In a choice made about, a body could get laid out. Carried by six, or judged by twelve mix. Paradise could be waiting, or the devil in dictating.
One road going, a strong wind blowing. Another direction of travel, who knows what will unravel? Life is taking chances, bad & good romances.
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Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on May 13, 2004
All positive oppitunites, one must sieze...You said it well..
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bad & good romances.
How true, my friend. Hope all your chances - are good.
Or you might go insane...traveling the route of insanity!!
Love Tinka