Sometimes we are not responsible for damage that was done to us when we were young.
Sometimes the damage that was done to us when we were young is not worth repeating.
Sometimes
and moon tides.
Swooning brides and next
times
Bedtime for bells chime
And
mimes mime
while wives pine.
For men’s slime like sea licked brine.
A parking fine, a cherry lime
A
cheese rind,
Oh,
be kind
That’s mine.
Do
you mind?
Don’t cross that
line!
Alas,she finds
No
time
for
my number nine.
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