Paislee

Say nothing is any good, suffer like your mother, sat in some wretched club, outside the Cafe' Du line, it’s a perfect love, sunny evenings just fine, kids are the fatherhood, overseen by their brothers, is yours in trouble, served by keeping time, knowing what if you must, anothe glass of wine, you know how to scrub, life between the covers, do what you always should, think you’re best at guile, than others behind the shutters, Ray Bans pushed a little higher, will it bring you closer ?