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By B.K. Date: 2018 May 08 Comment on this Work [[2018.05.08.13.27.1333]] |
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We surround ourselves with walls Thinking no one can permeate them Yet somehow No matter how careful Love does a sneak attack Blowing up all your defenses Bringing you back to real You shake off the fragments Of your past hurt and torment Get out your lasso Put on your red cowgirl boots Grit your teeth And prepare to rope and ride That danged wild horse again bk the eighth of may twenty eighteen |