My heart belongs to so many different women there's nothing left for me.
At 6 a.m. it's one from not so long ago. By afternoon it's another, a fine lady who slipped the hook, saved herself.
When it's time for bed they all come around, stealing my sleep. They should. It's the least they can do.
Friday, December 17, 2010
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