Thank God I’ve never been diagnosedWith that weird bipolar thingCourse I behave the same as mostEveryone gets that fuzzy feelingOn the top of their brainWhen they’re feeling goodCan’t even remember painAnd even if I could,I don’t think I’d stopListenin’ to those same old groovesClassic rock, funk, and popYou know I still got the movesSome ofContinue reading “Random Rush: a poem”
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Lefty Forrester 