bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Saturday 1st August 2020.

Lovely Molly plays on the in one of those minds where it is best to talk to myself and look at life down the long path and leave the wrath of war amongst the burnt out pavements of life indeed, am i bitter or simply sad that the year 2020 has turned into a mouse's ear where life is a face mask and a hug a calculated risk indeed what would James the King think on this day should he be sat on the throne and not some ghost amongst the cucumbers of the watchman...i wonder if i was ever i a plough Boy. Love and Peace to all whom pass this way take care...X

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