We are all too old for bullshit
No matter what the calendar reads
We are all to old for excuses
No matter what the secrets be
We are all too old
For holidng back
When desire calls
for fear of losing that
which is already gone
We are all too old for bullshit
No matter what the calendar reads
We are all to old for excuses
No matter what the secrets be
We are all too old
For holidng back
When desire calls
for fear of losing that
which is already gone
Lucinda Rose 
Love this!!
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Thank you…. Delighted that you enjoyed it.
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bravo.
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*Takes a bow* Thank you, Lady…
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