When I was a teen I absolutely loved Lynyrd Skynyrd I blasted Free Bird when I could There was a gal who sat near me who liked them as well. There is always a girl involved at that age.
I am here to confess I was wrong Lynyrd Skynyrd is simply bad music. And pretty racist to boot.
Big wheels keep on turnin' Carry me home to see my kin Singin' songs about the south-land I miss Alabamy once again and I think it's a sin, yes Well I heard Mister Young sing about her Well I heard ol' Neil put her down Well I hope Neil Young will remember A southern man don't need him around anyhow
Get over it you lost the civil war and your music still sucks.
His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.
A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.
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