Hard Head

He Was a Hard Head

 

 

He was a hard head

with a broken smile.

He thought the hard way

was the right way.

 

He was a hard head.

He had a hard head girl.

They had a hard head world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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