Guitar strung
Now the music has begun
Broken man
On piano plays
Looking older
These days
Fingers play
ivory bones
Words at play
Sticks n stones
Surrounded by many
inside alone
Voice cracked
there’s the tone
Something is wrong
Where’s the new song
Said the lover
Of the other
Little clues
Old man has dropped
The journey he feels
Needs to stop
There is no love across the pond
For his thoughts visions and songs
Perhaps be happy for what you have
What you gained whilst others wain
In your presence
An open book
Nothing hidden she shook
So time will tell
Ring the bell
The crier told
A story will unfold
When looking for love
Seek it from above
luck buddy
pal mac
cough hack
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What is this riddle?
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Oh please explain this riddle
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just doing some crank azz rock n roll. we had snow so it s the crowe s withlions.
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Winter hasn’t left?
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hell no. and walking season starts march 12. cold feet short distances. the local mollie mormon has eschewed her socks. she once told me she did not like that her husband wanted her to be a blonde. sic. lmao
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march 1 meteorlogical spring
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Grow to love perhaps. People change.
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I’m dreading the cold. Will soon move north
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sometimes. but cults are a danger. esp when a distant stranger. lmao
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yeah lord the earth is round. and your fall oh wow that went fast didnt it?
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Summer went what summer as for cults what are people looking for
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for someone to make decisions for them. i make mistakes. but they are my own fuck ups.
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For what are we without rules guides and commandments. You’ve solved the age old question thank ya!
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hmmmmmmmmm. btw this weeks finn is time on earth. love it.
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Yes. Went in deeper with this one ? Do you agree?
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yeah i suppose.
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take it ez. i have two corners for the time being and it is time to return to reel life. cya soon no doubt.
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Keep well then do tell
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