Beware the son who returns to his homeland in silk.
Most people say that the son who returns in this manner is one of good luck.
But satin tends look like silk.
May be
Accompanying this son are songs of arrogance and an air of sycophants.
Lest being humble
Humble
This makes me laugh.
Because to me even when dressed in silk I feel like a peasant
. Period
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In Touch With Humanity
Poesía"it fell away from me when I needed it the most" I fell off my rocker and over the edge... And no one accompanied me there, into that hell My mind is that hell.
