Singing a maudlin,
the boozer was dancing
before the temple
and twirling his moustaches often.
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wonderful lines.. I patted on his back and showed his children standing there. A lost soul is not lost for ever. For a new lease of life we must try our best.
I patted on his back and showed his children standing there. A lost soul is not lost for ever. For a new lease of life we must try our best. --- conscious always bites... tragic tale....
you wrote it beautiful A lost soul is not lost for ever. i really love this line keep up the good work.....