Where's that joint?
Yes, my mind wants to clean them out of my veins
it says: all your love for that band is in vain
so my body tried to get rid of my rolling joints
but last night my brain was craving my favourite song
suddenly... that hit was blowin through the rain
Reacties op dit gedicht
| M-Rose: | Vrijdag, augustus 14, 2020 09:56 |
| Dance in the smoke Fill your head with Rock |
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| Claudelaire: | Vrijdag, augustus 14, 2020 06:31 |
| Hot stuff indeed, can't get enough ;-) | |
| M-Rose: | Donderdag, augustus 13, 2020 18:38 |
| some hot stuff | |
| Claudelaire: | Donderdag, augustus 13, 2020 06:24 |
| Bedankt voor je mooie reactie Gerardo;-) | |
| Gerardo: | Woensdag, augustus 12, 2020 22:14 |
| Paint It black when you can get no satisfaction. You can't always get what you want even if you try sometimes. but you can start me up with hot stuff . | |
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| Auteur: Claudelaire | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 augustus 2020 | ||
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