All stories,matter they are the history of a great nation
No more drip,drip,
Throat no longer soar,
Now hacking up flem,
So yeah,
Tommy slept all night on my right shoulder,
No matter how many times I said,
On the other side,
Cause my right shoulder still hurts from this past spring lifting heavy box of books.
I sound good when I breathe,
Hope I didn’t get my opd dear friend Jean ill,
I visited her in the nursing home Saturday last,
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