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May 17
I don't use words judiciously
I stutter and stammer and circle back while I stumble on through;
And
I'm prone to flights of fancy
Let's play pretend
Just me and you
What harm can come from painting up the piglet of what my life has become
What's the worst case scenario you can imagine. Ok now let's play it through.
Yeah! That stings a little. Ok next one. Whose turn is it: Me or You?
T R Wingfield
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T R Wingfield  41/M/Deep in the Heart'o'Dixie
(41/M/Deep in the Heart'o'Dixie)   
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