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Poor girl, no Ma. Nothing much to speak of but a rough diamond. Sleep now and your angels will come, dear. Poor Matilda. Handcuffed to the wheel. And steering wildly. Through love's fields, so blindly
I want to tell you something that I should've, long ago. I wish that you and I had those kids, maybe bought us that home. I wish that we were stumbling fast down on Irving and 14th Street. I wish t
What's come to stay from the cannonball days. But a house and some clothes on the line. You fired away with your drunken brigade. In the streets of New York as a child Woman so fine, fine as a girl