![]() I know where each of them are to this day, but we don't see each other. ![]() That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split It was all that easy to tell wrong from rightĪnd our choices were few and the thought never hit With haunted hearts through the heat and coldīut our chances really was a million to one Laughin’ and singin’ till the early hours of the morn Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon Has there been a writer whose reputation has plummeted quite so much between the 70s and now as jolly Jack and his tales of merry misogynism? But like Bob Dylan saysĬoncerning myself and the first few friends I had That's a completely nostalgic four stars of course. ![]()
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