So, we got into scrapes.Arguments that weren’t even worth discussing.If we had an ounce of sense,we would have let it lie from birth. We made sure we were different.At loggerheads for the sake of it.What happened baby? Being stubborn?Or just well into it? So, I’ll carry on drinking.Carry on thinking.Making obvious rhymes.Playing innocent to obvious …
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