My Creed Will Maguire copyright@2019 I don't believe in peddle cars, or air bnbs or songs that sour like milk in a week. I don't believe in taking two parking spaces cause your mercedes wannabe still has no door dings. Air conditioning makes me choke...roll down your windows. You're not a rib eye steak waiting out the heat in some refrigerator aisle. I do believe in that first sip of Friday beer and the kind of song that makes you ache. Cause good and bad both burn. I believe in the kind of love you dont get to choose, the kind that leaves a bruise but sweeps down on you like the wind. Its more show than tell Can't be heard...too big for words The kind that makes my heart ring like a cracked church bell. I believe luck always looks a lot like sweat. And you havent lived until you learn to carry your regret. I don't believe in wearing American flag shirts or pants. But I believe in old men with bad knees, hands on hearts full of jagged memories. And I think t
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