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A1 SOUND

Presumably

Again

There are people who care
About the big stuff
And the small stuff,

I expectΒ you know who I mean
Those rare, so nice souls
Who are always so keen

I kinda know them you see
When I see them around
Fussing and caringΒ 
Being kind, A1 sound

Maybe...
I recognise a something
Maybe....
I used to be, and

That I'm not any more,Β 
So presumably....
I'm free

M P 29/2/211

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Greg D

Freestyle! So presumably… I’m free! I love those last few lines. I mean let’s face it we all want and deserve to be β€˜free’ however difficult in achieving that may be.Β 

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Marion

Hi Greg...you get tired of being nice don't you...I envy those rare beautiful souls that never get bitter...I'm not one of them that's for sure...hugs x

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Gwendoline

Presumably free...clever Marion, we never feel free do we? Pulled and pushed into directions not necessarily planned or hoped for. Tethered to realities fate...but never free πŸ’—

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John Prophet

Being free can be a painful journey.
Wonderful write Marion.

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Marion

Ah thank you John...I can finally become that angry rude old bugger o always dreamed of becoming πŸ™ƒπŸ™‚πŸ˜†

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