There is this one man. This one man with whom I didn’t make the best of first impressions… But he’s still nice enough to talk to me, and nothing happens ‘by accident’
[As you breathe, as you breathe - into life - you believe…}
[I will believe… cause you are here today, and gone forever… troubled on the way we came together… as you believe into live, as you stray far from home I will believe –
Because your were here today…]
Please let the man I direct that to get it. I’ll make it really fun… I promise
And he is the choirs of angels we both never knew we always wanted… And I make good hors de ovres…
Mr. Anon – it’s my birthday – you cannot hate a girl on her birthday, I read that somewhere… And you did hold my hand, not for nothing, KBO [and just this once, will I allude or define the’KBO’ – Roosevelt and Churchill’s end of transmission – meaning “keep buggering on” –
It’s my birthday. Yay!!!!!!!
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