January 10, 2007
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you were ...
different for a while
you even made me smile
a time or two or three or four...
maybe more, i don't really keep
count anymore, because it makes
no difference at all in the end...
which always, in all ways, seems to come...
so sad, so blue and it is because of the
control mood...you have over me...and i just smile
politely like a true southern belle and move on
in my head to another difference that will make
me smile a time or two or three or four...
with hopes in the end that I keep score...
and smile a permanent grin, with a true southern gent
differently...
Comments (1)
so sad, so blue no matter what we do
"it makes no difference at all in the end", that's true
but the end is far off, just barely in sight
and at the end of the day is the beginning of the night
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