He was trying to marshal his arguments for proving that he did not now constitute a mental-health hazard himself. He was far from certain about this – his mind seemed to be full of noise, horses, smoke, and the stench of blood.

When I listen to the conversation of my bed and pillow.

 I feel bad hearing them complain about my constant crying and venting out my frustrations on them.

If you had a good radio - and everybody did in those days - you could find it.

What did you expect when you were looking for true love in the world where to love is abomination, but you can still find one

Written By David Bobby (George)

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