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Even Old Fools Get The Blues
we used to walk in the canyon
talk of a future that never came
gasping at the beauty round us
Selina was one hell of a dame
its a movie playing in my head
just pictures without the sound
a neck-lace of images inside a
cold tomb on hallowed ground
called to New York for a movie
turned your head with ambition
left me doubting your standing
fearing you inten...
Monday 31st May 2021 10:40 am
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