Old Joanna Hits Her Stride
I must be losing my grip, all fingers and thumbs from the nights of white rum. But the ivory keys draw me in, rounded at […]
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I must be losing my grip, all fingers and thumbs from the nights of white rum. But the ivory keys draw me in, rounded at […]
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