In My Back Alley
In the back room of the Shady Way,
We met and shared tinsel under the table.
With it, we found a team of friendly foes,
And all knew the end they wanted.
The path was different because that agreement was beyond us—
But the destination was true enough for common minds.
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The laughter stopped and I charted my course alone.
The first [...]
Posted on September 11th, 2008 by drevon03
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