What does turning flabby in your body and love have in common in life?.
What does love and a fire escape have in common in life?.
What does your own flesh and blood and the biggest looser in life title have in common in life?.
What does love and a broken faucet have in common in life?
Can love only be make believe between two people only in life?
Can you really edit all the bad things out of your life and start fresh?
What does the bad economy and a boat taking on water have in common in life?.
In life can someone always out rank you in the love game?.
Can you really have the fast talk kind of life where no one can keep up or is it that people are in slow mode arund you.
Can someone really only crack all the love off your hear tlike an egg shell in the morning?.
Can so called gold love only turn a heart a dirty bronze color?
Do you need a good love lubricant for your heart?. What is it and can it really be found?.
Can you find somone on the beach at low tide then loose later on in the day at high tide?
what does love and having a facelift have in common?. is it what you think?
Who can fill all those special shoes of the people lost in Sept 11 2001 and in the war?
What does a bad racing horse and love got in common?. Is it what you think or somethnig much different?....
Did someone only play a bad joke or is it a real type of life?.....So what does a great locksmith have to do with it?....
Can Cupid always misfire at the love thing with someone or it's it just a dream someone can't wake up from?
How the love flavor between two people was like a chew piece of bubble gum with no flavor...
How love only turns into a very bad conman that only breaks all the crazy rules in life only.....
Have you ever ran into a heart that deadbolted shut for you in the love game?. Did you ever get it back open?.
What makes a big strong lumberjack have more with the women then a beer gut couch potato?. Reado on to find out....
Nothing great, just some words i have written.. to vent. WHile some people cry some people die,i just write to see what i cant and then see what i cant write, see no fancy punctuation here or posthumous traps of ideas being spilled over to fill a void created by yourself.
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Back in the day the sun shined, the fields flowered, and the sheep roamed. A poem of beautiful sadness.