CALL ME CRAZY
CALL ME CRAZY
YOU CALL ME LAZY
SOMETIMES EVEN CRAZY
I WANNA KNOW
WHAT HAPPENED
TO CALLING ME BABY
AT FIRST I COULD HARDLY BELIEVE
I FOUND SUCH A GREAT GUY
YOU MAY KNOW HIM
HIS NAME IS STEVE
WE USED TO HAVE FUN
BUT FOR SOME REASON
THAT IS OVER AND DONE
IN TIME I HOPE WE FIND OUR WAY
TO GET BACK TO US
BEFORE WE GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS
hdmac commented on CALL ME CRAZY
09-02-2009
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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