04.01.02
My baby, he don't know me
I'm such a romantic. A romantic that is much too practical at times. These two qualities often fight for centre-stage.
There's no place in politics for love. No place for fat happy babies baptizied on a sunny Sunday morning in a familiar church. No place for lazy mornings spent in bed making love and eating the heels of a loaf of bread with peanut butter on it.
And that makes me think. If I can't have both, which do I want more? And at what point in my life am I going to regret not choosing the other?
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