My mind is on fire,
While my brain in quicksand is mired,
My life on the precipices edge,
So far my legs are hanging off the ledge…
Drawn to that which I cannot allow,
With my inner strength this I do vow,
No way will I return to my old selfish ways,
I refuse to again get lost in only a self-interested maze…
I think you've finally found your Niche, Bro - Psycho Babbling.
Call old Cousin Cur on the phone, and Babble Away - I bet he'll love it. And call old Cousin Patrick, too. Just don't call dear old Ma - she hates babbling of any kind.
Always,
Deborah
Love ya!
Jane
I like it!
Call old Cousin Cur on the phone, and Babble Away - I bet he'll love it. And call old Cousin Patrick, too. Just don't call dear old Ma - she hates babbling of any kind.