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Dreams of a sorted past, Shadows on my sanity are cast, It all seemed so real, I could hear smell and feel, Faced that I new, scenes that we..

Presents don't mean a thing, Happiness Roses can't bring, A hug and a smile, Will get us by for awhile, Saying that You Love Me Too, There i..

There's nothing that she will expect, But I serve her breakfast on the deck, Scrambled eggs, coffee and toast, The things she likes the most, ..

I watched as she pedaled her bike, The way she looked I sure did like, Her little a*s on the seat, I followed her down the street, She stopped..

I used to live on the poor side of town, Trash and closed business's all around, Thought it was like living in hell, So there was no one that I ..

I now tip toe through the house, Being quiet as a mouse, Everyone is asleep, That's the scene I plan to keep, Sitting at the computer with out..

Pillows and covers all over the floor, No ones in my bed any more, Used to cuddle snug as a bug, Now the pillow is all I hug, It's hard to sle..

Her body I gently caress, As she slips off her dress, Slow my hand I will glide, All the way down her side, She gives just a little giggle, ..

When they say society made the choice, How many people actually had a voice, Did they ask me or you, Or did someone in the White House just deci..

She says I'm a spoiled brat, And that as***oles are just like that, Been on my own for many years, Shedding my share of tears, Still I moved along..