And it all came tumblin’ down.
It is 2:30am and I cannot sleep.
For me, living in Coronaville, means never being alone.
The albatross has landed.
I never sleep through the night.
Music makes it all better.
After all these years, I still cannot figure myself out.
Took a road trip to Connecticut. No longer the road less traveled.
Who says a government worker can’t possess a sense of humor and a hankering for style.
Rip it to sheds.
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