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My Creed

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 the only tattoos worth having are on the inside, where only you can feel them.

I believe in yessir maam 
And thank you please. 
And I think the best women feel like strong coffee and weak knees. 

I believe most things will ...or they won't. 
I believe in living like love matters 
But the heartache don't.

And I believe every loss 
I've ever suffered thru 
Will someday... somehow make me true

I believe in Can't Say Whys 
And One More Tries but acting like I'll understand before I'm done

And I believe in God...

But old dogs still die too young.

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