danistrulytheman

I'm STILL a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!


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I can’t fight you anymore, it’s you I’m fighting for

We can’t fall any further
If we can’t feel ordinary love
And we cannot reach any higher
If we can’t deal with ordinary love

Birds fly high in the summer sky
And rest on the breeze
The same wind will take care of you and I
We’ll build our house in the trees

… your heart is on my sleeve


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… for now’s what I mean … don’t hold yer breath, and I don’t wanna hear smack from any of ya when ya see more, lol!! Love ’em both, 1st pic ’cause he’s looking so casual … shirt unmotherfuckingtucked … with a hint of a smile, both rare for him … unsure of the year, guessing ’53-’55 … do know it’s a cultural event (another reason I cherish these particular photos), he was extremely proud of his roots, of his ancestry and heritage. The 2nd pic, taken February ’57 … is of him with friends, love it as well ’cause he was always the best looking one of the bunch … GREAT hair as always, contrasting colours; jacket and pants … AND check out his flatly folded hankie … spank-yie very much, snot-rag stylin’ shit motherfucker had goin’ on!!

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