The Morning was short But the day has carried on; No one knows, I have not told So is just for me to know. The years have gone so fast And a new one has come I was impotent then and now I can’t walk I am nowhere near a road. I have not accomplished Nor become that man I wanted to be Somehow, I must... Sign in to see full entry.
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