Originally posted by Fleetwood
And I am sorry Ive called
But the thought just occured
Were nobodys children at all
After All ...
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down
Some people are marching together and some on their own
Quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence, they're just older children
That's all, after all
Live to your rebirth and do what you will
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill
After all, after all
Oh By Jingo


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