Who is your sire?
Rage burns like fire.
Gratitude and kindness.
In a trance that is mindless.
Who knew 18 years later a maybe.
I never had a daddy for my baby.
Another father, why bother?
A divorce it would force.
With no mercy or remorse.
Who would choose their career over a life together without fear?
A girl or a boy?
Both would bring joy. A baby with a carriage doesn't always lead to marriage.
A new house with another spouse.
In another citty, how clever & witty.
I bet los angeles would be pretty.
Saying it's not realistic,
Makes me go ballistic.
I need to memorize lines.
Be surrounded by pines.
Don't allow the past to rewind

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