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wish i hadn’t lost my right glove
hopefully the last string won’t break
the sun’s going down
only one dollar so far
please don’t make me sing
why is my left leg so big
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wish i hadn’t lost my right glove
hopefully the last string won’t break
the sun’s going down
only one dollar so far
please don’t make me sing
why is my left leg so big
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I Write Her 
The old man must be thinking this way. Can feel for him. Lovely articulation.
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Thank you, Kritika! It really felt like he was putting off these vibes. 🙂
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My pleasure kindly 🙂
Made a perfect combo.
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Those disconnected thoughts. How very sad.
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Yeah, definitely. But who knows, when he’s done, maybe he has a really good life? Thanks for stopping by, Chris!
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Let’s hope so!
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🙂
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Makes me feel sorry for the poor guy. Great take on the prompt, Susi ❤️
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Thank you, Shweta!
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Myriad of thoughts going through his head. Great take on the prompt. Thanks Susi for joining in
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Yep! He just looks like he’s not connecting to reality, only in his head. 🙂 Glad you liked it, Sadje.
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Thanks for participating. Much appreciated. 😻
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Sure thing!
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❤️
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