UB40 - Love Songs...Good friends 👯 are like stars🌟✨, you don't always see them but you always know where they are… The Hellish Reality Of Working At An Overseas 'Click Farm'. I Was Tortured By The Chicago PD:. Life Is A Beach. Black and white, hits and misses, glory.
Changes in the air, chicks, babes, and dames, tips to keep a lover, friend, or family member, coins to flip. Sons, knights, kings, stars born every day, baby boomers to note, over the rainbows, pots of gold in the house, retired, and relaxed.
Dreams of boats on the piers, castles to call home, hits and misses, winners and losers, players of the games of love and hate, dances on the beaches, dances in the night, good times to share..... dances on the sands of time, fairy in the light of day. ·
Good times, god ties, heads to count, hats to wear: mother to me, sister to me also, dead and gone, 4 decades to count. Brother left alive, last one in the tribe, Carl Lewis Breangh, king of the piles of shit, created from the dogs. Rats to roaches, roaches to deserts, faces in the crowds.
The Hellish Reality Of Working At An Overseas 'Click Farm'. I Was Tortured By The Chicago PD:. Life Is A Beach. Black and white, hits and misses, glory.
Happy Dazes, Dallas Starr, wishes on dreams, cons and pros, walking on sunshine, ways to go. Winds in the voices, songs in the trees, ghosts to talk, holy, mean, and nasty, trips to hell and back, angels in the winds. Good times, god ties, heads to count, only the young at heart. Seasons of lies, seasons of causes to be a star, lights to shine, waves to make, family affairs, lions to races. Love, lusts, lessons, songs in the winds, ways to stand tall, mountains to climb still.
Runs and races, veterans with skills, houses, homes, castles in the sands, sunset beaches, good times to share, heads buried in the sands of time. Better than to be buried in unmarked graves, sons to parents, dust to desert, faces in the land of shit, shame and games, good time toads. Family affairs, cows, pigs, hogs, faces under the surfaces, love for the parents, love for the sisters dead, heads to count, dimes to drop, one nut to stand. One kid to another, nuts to come, nuts to grow, people in shades of life, eggs to fires, nuts to joys and pleasures, and chick is born.
Mothers may I, Sue Willie Jones, Aleane Horns, Aleane Bailey, (May 12, 1937- October 16, 1971), rest in peace, and give them hell, rest will make you rust. Not her, head stone angel, hosts of others left to see. Good times, god ties, heads to count, hats to wear: mother to me, sister to me also, dead and gone, 4 decades to count. Brother left alive, last one in the tribe, Carl Lewis Breangh, king of the piles of shit, created from the dogs. Rats to roaches, roaches to deserts, faces in the crowds.
Aunts and uncles, coins to cousins, faces in the crowds, lost decades ago. Sunny and bright, good times, god ties, heaven on earth, hands to the sky, thanks so much, glory dazes to come.
Hello Mothers, May I please, tell the stores of tales for another 100 years. Not asking for much, just another pebble on the sands of time, faces to the heavens, dances in the clouds, walking on sunshine, good times to arrivals on the morning sunlight.This picture was taken in El Centro, Ca Preparing to visit my Church Family at the Holy Tabernacle C.O.G.I.C.Born on August 20, 1944.
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