cars and trouble and strife driving me 09.06.18 don't do back seat got the hand on throttle well and truly beat lost my village bottle. dying is the drive took the criticism run down village now a dive pure poetry was just escapism. now left on hard shoulder can not get to suicide bridge all poetry into recycled folder cruising metro and i found sue from tonbridge. glad you are stable poetry driving is my strife ian do you want to do a swap if able nearly 50 years of poetry i will read to your wife. who is driving poetry must be gifting all done with humour and conniving each time failing to create uplifting.
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