Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so
Poor dunce
He pushed back the pigmen
The Barbs laughed
The fool is dead
Poor dunce
He's less than within us
The brains talk
But the will to live is dead
And prayer can't
Travel so far these days
The talk of your lifes
Standing so near
To innocent eyes
Poor dunce
Swings thru the tunnels
And claws his way
Is small life so manic
Are these really the days
Poor dunce
Poor dunce
Poor soul
Spit on that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it him so
He pushed back the pigmen
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul
David Bowie - A Small Plot Of Land (04:15)
A small plot of land
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@mack89464 Sounds nice, but that's a meaningless statement. Now if you are saying that having simple tastes is okay, well I agree. If you're saying everyone should have simple tastes like you--well, that's asinine and it sounds defensive.
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Okay, I see your points and have re-considered mine. Instead of being bored by each other, they have both matured and now share a very different kind of love to that they in their youth. The older wife's automatic behaviour with him and lack of interaction are not due to any dislike, but are instead the result of great, but not excessive, familiarity with his presence.