Disappointments in the live on hand, prefer the life on TV and at the movies, work for it, and it can be use is the way to get the things that you want. Works for me, how about you?

 Sorry. I just came across it and liked how you said and wrote it. Came off wise smart deep and interesting. My name's Ian by the way. What time do you gotta be at the party? Also why are you in a mad state til May comes around?

Hey, put an acorn on your head, don't worry, I'm a good shot! Okay, you wanna do it running?No thank you, enjoy the ride, happy birthday to me, sick and tired of third parties, out of contract, out of time, what to do now....Cheers and chaps, day of rebirths, returns, and rebirths. Hope Daily, this shit will get better.

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Disappointments in the live on hand, prefer the life on TV and at the movies, work for it, and it can be use is the way to get the things that you want. Works for me, how about you?

Hey, put an acorn on your head, don't worry, I'm a good shot! Okay, you wanna do it running?No thank you, enjoy the ride, happy birthday to me, sick and tired of third parties, out of contract, out of time, what to do now....Cheers and chaps, day of rebirths, returns, and rebirths. Hope Daily, this shit will get better.

Hey, put an acorn on your head, don't worry, I'm a good shot! Okay, you wanna do it running?Disappointments in the live on hand, prefer the life on TV and at the movies, work for it, and it can be use is the way to get the things that you want. Works for me, how about you?

Hey, put an acorn on your head, don't worry, I'm a good shot! Okay, you wanna do it running?

Walter Richard Bailey Jr, and the clean up woman, Mary Little Manning, mistakes made, finality of the nightmare. Walter Richard Bailey Jr,Bailey is back with the love of his life after 50 years apart.

Cynthia T Bailey ,Katrina Barber ,Blue finger nails to glass, running nails on glass in mirrors, love the noise. Looking in the mirror for the faces gone, fading fast, love and devotion views. Fingers out ready to point out for factors, to write need fingers.As we plunge ahead to build empires and race for supremacy we should stop and listen to [the female] song of life. 

March To May:Flights Of Madness.What I meant was, Walter Bailey, my dad, he could not wait any longer, returned, to the love of his life, first wife, Aleane Bailey, May 12, 1937- October 16, 1971, apart for 50 years,in heaven with his first born son, Richard Alexander Bailey, November 8, 1970 -July 12, 2012. Not wife number 2,  Maybe in Heaven the words we needed to say. Were each understood with no need to explain.And we could always be honest and always be friends.And even in leaving you'd see me again.