Reverb
If we're still here we made it Somehow it feels like more Than we may know some Seed takes time to grow Time will turn tables like Records used to spin on Turntables and put in Jackets propped up Against the stereo You heard me but You don't hear me tho It wasn't long ago We were getting along We were singing songs It was love and happiness Up in this piece No matter how noisy We were at peace We used to hug Now we're up in arms Blood don't mean kin Kin don't mean love don't look at me like that I woke up this way this is what I had to say

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And well said, my Brother. So many need this reminder. Thanks for the share, mlowe.
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Excellent write.
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