a moped needed me.
and a couple of weeks later,
we found each othere.
So i go off, singing in the wind
I don't want no pickle
I just want to ride my motorcicle


pigeon envyyou wanted a pet, so my feet are soaking wet, sitting beside the legion, left stacking pigeons,pigeon envy
some people say there vermin, but they remind you of chaplin. i tryed dryed rye bread, but i think it just makes them see red.
maybe if i try a serpentine motion, or playing bowie as a distraction, but the parc bench is getting cold, and i don't feel so bold.
i think ill head home, and let my mind roam, but before i let my feet go to ice i remember that the song on the radio is nice.
Deef
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