I was raised by gorillas in the Congo. I traveled to Brussels on a prawn fishing boat. After a lucrative career in the Belgian red light district and heavy losses on a failed velvet clown painting art gallery venture, I tried my luck in Vegas with 2 successful seasons as a Liberace impersonator. I've retired to a simple country life.
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There are some places so dark, you don't want to be there. Grief I hover around the edges of your bowl But I won't put my feet into...
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you were the sea glass I was the sand between your toes the dunes were our neighbors the waves crashed and rose Charleston was reticent Gal... -
There are some places so dark, you don't want to be there. Grief I hover around the edges of your bowl But I won't put my feet into...
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