Darkest of night
Live to be right,
Where, oh God, is love tonight?
I think of a time, gone far away,
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very good sandra houdy hoady, i been writing a bit of stuff, i dont worry about england he's my little groupy boy, follows me everwhere fills up my blank spaces with his preaching, grows on you like a wart warm regards allan
Sometime in desperate moments anyone will feel like this, Sandra.