He always sings
Walking
Sitting
Typing
Sipping tea
Lying in bed
Watching tv
And all other day to day
Stuff that goes on
In the middle of which
he sings.
He who has so much to sing about
Has so much to say
22.04.09-the day of reckoning heart and ramblings from the crazy world that is my own
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