"Well you were a dancer, I was a rag
The song in my head, well was all that I had
Hope was a letter I never could send
Love was a country we couldn’t defend.
And through the carnival we watch them go round and round
All we knew of home was just a sunset and some clowns"
- Dubuque, Iowa
- JoinedFebruary 9, 2014
- facebook: Laura's Facebook profile
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