Dear anyone who will listen, cried the gypsy singer on the platform, this poem's for you he said, his long hair damp with sweat dripping down to his kinky boots. You have enough todays to make a life, you won't be snuffed out before you reach the tomorrow you're always putting off.
dear anyone
dear anyone
dear anyone
Dear anyone who will listen, cried the gypsy singer on the platform, this poem's for you he said, his long hair damp with sweat dripping down to his kinky boots. You have enough todays to make a life, you won't be snuffed out before you reach the tomorrow you're always putting off.