What happens when when you push it, further than you should; and leave it all just hanging, knocking on wood. guess that's just a frame of mind, don't want to be unkind; but your problem's hanging heavy, and your teeth I do hear grind. So blow the cool breeze over, take it right up on your chest; mister see my eyes and know - don't joke and do not jest.
Reason for writing:
pause for thought
Birth sign: Scorpio
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