plodding through the muddy roads plodding through thoughts of old the simple days you know are gone and sunset's rays are not as long . plodding through a beggar's soul those he knows he cant let go the selfish ones can be forgotten and all their thoughts have turned to rotten . of severed ties he cout himself of all the book left on the shelf he was one not soon forgotten all his thoughts have not turned rotten .Birth sign: Not entered
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