I think of that all the time.
Making mix tapes.
Un-learn the lies.
All the time.
On every school and public bathroom wall in the 70's.
Forgot the wasps.
If I drove this would sooooo be me.
I love him as if he was.
Always and forever.
That's me after 11 kids.
We had outside and our imaginations.
Long may you run-Neil Young
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