Smoke goes up, drinks go down. Ain't gonna stop till I'm damn near drown. I'll pay tomorrow with a head that pounds. But as for now let's just get lost and found.
She left him again today
This time she swears its for real
Although they will still have to see each other because of the dog, but I should of course be able to understand this.
The dog is after all part his.
It occurs to me how much a heart is like a dog.
Some are bought, but most found broken and forgotten at some charitable roadside establishment.
And I all I do when I hear the news is wag my tail because unlike the dog I am regretably all hers!
Author's Footnote: I put the sex in dyslexia!
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