Peace
olderman
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By river’s edge our minds can wander,
So be tolerant as the clear currents rage,
Poetry and language confront this age,
Forgives in a private message any blunder
So be tolerant as the clear currents rage,
Poetry and language confront this age,
Forgives in a private message any blunder
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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