King Horse
On Dating
ON 20:27, King Horse we riding, and on: Dating.
Cutting out, late night, bright lights (new) cycle, 21:16. Soon come.
UPDATE: GONE GRATEFUL.
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Off dating, caught. Will rap freestyle and leave all that times up digerydo... 7.30pm. Play it, goes up and type...
Nah, times good, off 20:12. None to waste.
Why do you want to read what I say?
Thank you, honoured.
Seen on Plantaseed.org.uk/tree-talk. Links to comments, galore. Lucky dip?
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But he'd never seen love so near
He'd seen love get so expensive
But he'd never seen love get so dear
Word is women out there are all b*****s. Tend to agree, upon experience, yet ignore. Not. me.
Band, singer, tight and rich, production slinging. The times are strong. The big day, was Guy Stevens couldn't make the wait and plane and nothing to drink. That night I would meet Dylan. A delayed flight, changed my life. Missed, showtime. Wondered if Bob would have caught me? Know not, went on to, three and some years, in America.
Mates aren't looking for a woman, who aren't out there. Sex?, plenty that, and no trouble, there. Not, mad, casual-sex-heads. Nah want. Seen the movie, read the book.
[Stop/Start/Stop/... King horse a few times and be back.]
Worth remembering the impact of UK artists to the States around the early 80s. Mixed, patchy and difficult. What fitted, what not? Elvis Costello was the supremo walk in and take over. The welcome he received was like royalty. Elvis, the name on, he was, everything Rock Fm and MTV hungered for. As Katt says, of the new Pope, almost a nigga?
Elvis C., was old Nashville and Grand Ole Opry' lover.
Moments his boots hit the runway. They, loved, him.
Only visited one city in the US, twice: Nashville.
Tales, after, the horse ride.
America and Country Music, with a UK, twist and shout.
Ready to talk dating but for good reason, can't tonight. Talk Elvis. Could try and do some social history. All we have to know is two era's, and one's before. No, recovered or other? There. Gone. One year, 1985. One word, gentrification.
One play. OK. Mary J., and who knows, else? Ten rewind song, Mary. BAND<<<.
Man Called Eric And RnB's Queen
C-19 proves I'm bias with personal-held politics. Eric's become, much more interesting, and appreciated...
Ready?
Brees is Best
SUE COOK? A WOMAN. TODAY'S GOOD NEWS, A NEW FARMER... ARE WE GOING TO SOW AND REAP? HELLO? PLEASE DIY PLANT A SEED. REPLICATE AND LOVE RISE UP < MJ>.
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I Am Changing
Range, voice, and let me at her, Whitney, is my biggest voice, and RnB.