Just Saying Hi Back

When your life seems an endless Sahara do not reach for the trusted mascara If it's tears to replace in your lovely old face go and hug her, the mother of Tara. I've been called worse than thinly sliced bread I don't hear any voices in bed. But for every malaise there is tincture of praise I remember what THIS lady said. Do I wonder if love can make war seems I've seen it all bothered before. What a woman rejects doubles back and reflects a cantankerous scruffy old boar. As a man I perceive many vibes from my spirits in thousands of tribes. it's a smile they are sharing with all those who are caring, I'm not one though who oversubscribes.