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This is my story and yours, I must be one of a kind Gods own Creation. My life has been but a poem I have writ but I could not live and live to utter it. Mary Jane, she grew up tall and she grew up right with them Indian boys on a Indian night. No matter where you go there you are. I'm helplessly hoping my harliquin hovers nearby awaiting a word. Two of us lighting matches, lifting laches on our way home, we're on our way home we're goin' home. Say has anybody seen my sweet Marijo she's got rings on her fingers and bells on her toes my sweet gypsy Rose. We all live in a Yellow submarine. It's never to late to start all over again. Angel on the rocks. The wind cries Mary. Little Red House over yonder. I'm gonna tell you now each and every mothers son, you better learn it now and you better learn it young cuz someday never comes. Mother Mary comes to me speaking words of wisdom. The long and winding road that leads to your door. We can drive it home with one head light. It's alright hey Lordy Mama, I say to myself what a wonderful world. She makes love just like a woman but she breaks just like a little girl. Lonely proud Mary, Song Bird makes me weep and if I could this I would sing to you all. Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Tell me all your thoughts on God cuz your surely gonna meet her. I LOVE YOU ALL , MARIJO
Latest page update: Apr 29 2007, 8:10 PM EDT
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