Day Fifteen
Hey, turn a leaf on it all.
Let it slip. Unclothe
your all-right imperfection.
Don't carry that
which doesn't make you wonderful.
Just admit you were wrong.
Day Fifteen
Hey, turn a leaf on it all.
Let it slip. Unclothe
your all-right imperfection.
Don't carry that
which doesn't make you wonderful.
Just admit you were wrong.
I'm fuzzy on facts and places. Memory, for me, misplaces People's names and faces. My mind is loosey-goosey, Non-stick specifics are...
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