Down an old alley
Longer than any hall
Lives old man O’Malley
Who used to be a doctor on call
No one could keep a better tally
Not even young Paul
He was the life of any rally
Even if he’d never been to Montreal
He knew his way around a galley
If you will recall
His wife’s name was Sally
His first name is Saul
Their house is in a valley
Surrounded by a wall
This is the finale
Go and have yourself a ball
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Broken Hearts Fall Silent
Attraction can sometimes be a deceptive guide, leading us through a mirage of charm only to leave us stranded in a harsh reality. It's a cruel twist of fate when the dream we chase turns into a nightmare we cannot escape. The realization that we've been deceived by our own feelings is a bitter pill to swallow, leaving us to pick up the pieces of our broken illusions. Yet, it's often through these painful experiences that we grow stronger and learn to see beyond the veil of mere appearances.
By Mercedes Chavez3 days ago in Confessions
Comments (3)
Fun, fun!! 😊💕❤️
My best friends mother used to tell stories like this, where I could not keep track of who anyone was at all!
Lol, I love how you brought Saul and Paul here! I freaking laughed out loud! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣