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And, what do I know ?
I ain't no hero.
Just a forgotten soldier.
That society, has left behind.
And, what do I know ?
As the seasons, change.
And the wind, starts to blow.
While the rain, and its puddles.
Clutter up, my mind.
And, what do I know ?
Why tree moss always, faces south.
And seven lengths in front.
Will always take a mig down.
And, what do I know ?
Love can be fun !
But, it can also be cruel.
And 40 proof......
Can wash, your memories away.
But, only the good ones.
Just a broken soldier.
And I say these things.
Because
I know.....
Giajl © Jim Love
