As I sit here eating my morning eggs
A shirt on my back, and jeans on my legs,
they can't protect me from those dsys,
And the feelings I get from hearing yur name,
I miss you so and yern to have,
The love and days we could of had,
So as I salt my wounds and my morning eggs,
I drift bac off to those happy days.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Morning eggs
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