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Promises, promises Broken promises wadded up into a ball tossed into the wind roll down the street Tumbleweed changing direction at the slightest gust. Or, released from lips to drift in the air sprinkled confetti ending up pavement soiled brushed up against the wall. Each flake a reminder of pretty words nicely spoken until they disintegrate.
Hey who ever wrote this (found at google) is such a genious!!!!! ;)
