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I have been in a mood,
and it shows. One thing I do realize, I will always hear the song. How many of you want to sing "My ding a ling". This is an open song. Sing your words fly, let the tiny dancer speak. Already crossed a few copyright laws, but why turn back. The skys are crying, and they reflect my mood. Let's see. Elton, Stevie, and Chuck. Maybe some time for another. Maybe another Stevie, because I am feeling very superstitious. This is how a friend of mine would play. We would talk in lyrics. Easy to patch them together, but a touch harder to make the conversation make sense. I love rock and roll At home at a ballroom blitz You could take me to church And all the space between Friend joins in, and adds a few songs, does she want her name added to the line? Shannon, bit quiet, but she has a voice. I missed the Dave Matthews, and Hosier. Don't be shy, add to the song. The musicians want you to sing along. Case in point, another friend, wishing to remain nameless, added he told her the feeling had ended she told him there's no use prentedin' this things that they call love that's all it is only love. Now, another voice joined in, and Tina would love the words, "This soulful, Howling_wolf is Rolling, rolling down the river." Now, the lyric reminded me of another song. I hear the voice of the Doobie Brothers, "Oh, black water..." Go ahead and sing along. Shannon mentioned a line, a touch of Queen. Pressure, pressing down on you. Now, this is a feeling many of us might recognize. Remember, I did say this is a running conversation. Something we cope with is the world around us, and I can't help thinking of another song. I understand about indecision, but I don't care if I get behind. People living in competition. All I want is to have my peace of mind. Yes, I listen to Boston. Someone else can bring out the Dead.
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4 Reviews Added on March 22, 2017 Last Updated on March 31, 2017 Author![]() Jon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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