Can't help but think I'm in the wrong place I look around there's not even a trace a space for artistic expression my soul is being held up looking down the barrel of a smith and Wesson . Dreams of the big city fill my head yet I can't seem to get out of bed . Seeing red as I think of those that could propose results listen to their heat and soul without distraction they have no problem picking up traction. All things to all people . Screw that noise make one choice when your are most happy don't mean to be sappy . But there it is that's the big secret . Feel free to tell them all from short to tall because life really should be a great big ball .

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michael berger

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