Thank you, Sugar-Sugar. You’re my only friend, Sugar-Sugar. Propose a toast for the narrow path ahead. Pulse, pulse. A heart. A misunderstood, limp, set of words. “What do you mean?” You’re loony, you’re gloomy, and the edge takes YOU to a place your MIND, never mind…..
has never been…
A little brown spot occupied the counter, Sugar-Salt. Out of place – a picture without a face. Salt. To and fro you go, Sugar-Sugar. We’ve made it.
~That Dude Eddie~
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Love and Peace.