Seven straw hats hanging on the nail left of the kitchen door. hung there a year or more ago. none to find. All to see lost in rhe pidgions net. Now tounwind. At what cost? Blind waiting to see. Black disc sing to me. pour another cup sip your cherry wine. No reason to give up. Learn to walk the line. Born to chase, run the track. be me my mine.....
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-04-28 18:04:14
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