Sometimes, I feel like I have really, really lived another life before this one. Here’s a poem about it.
I won’t spare the scissors
M. Wright
To cut a rug on the floor
My ears hear young Stevie [Wonder]
And I‘m sure I been here before
Sometimes, I feel like I have really, really lived another life before this one. Here’s a poem about it.
I won’t spare the scissors
M. Wright
To cut a rug on the floor
My ears hear young Stevie [Wonder]
And I‘m sure I been here before