RASH TA GOSH
(never a day like this)
I never know what happened - just talking.
This swarthy guy came over, holding his swarthy
girl, and they both clung like leaves to a tree in
Summer. The talk turned to water and flooding
and then racecars and death. The next thing I
knew we were finished - she began talking about
plants and vines and their names. We walked the
spinning block, pointing out the gardens and the
places people live. London Terrace, Chelsea Mews,
London Gardens - something like that. I'd been
there a hundred times in a hundred different
weathers, but never a day like this.
(never a day like this)
I never know what happened - just talking.
This swarthy guy came over, holding his swarthy
girl, and they both clung like leaves to a tree in
Summer. The talk turned to water and flooding
and then racecars and death. The next thing I
knew we were finished - she began talking about
plants and vines and their names. We walked the
spinning block, pointing out the gardens and the
places people live. London Terrace, Chelsea Mews,
London Gardens - something like that. I'd been
there a hundred times in a hundred different
weathers, but never a day like this.
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