How Wild....Life And Love Can Be
By sidewinder
You say... call me, But will I remember? Weekends sometimes become excuses, Those promises made at 3:00 in the morning, But forgotten the following day... I remember the smile But the name... somehow escapes me Sweet serenades... in the middle of the night, Darkened... by the alcohol, Gone too quickly... is another memory, How wild... life and love can be. Sept. 13, 2000 Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 09:07 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 18 • contemporary
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