Tuesday, March 3, 2015

6416. JEST' HOW I DID IT ALL

JEST' HOW I 
DID IT ALL
I slummed the country's being  -
bad air, breath and clothes and 
meanings. It was all a'sought from 
the laces up, and all those movies
from Hell. In a new land, and at a
new stage as well. That was the 
tomorrow we were never given,
even though it was always a'promised
out. We was sure it'd be coming, but
they all had a'lied  -  go to find out
anyways. Now, when I'm nodding
off, on some side-creek landing, 
I'm just nodding off and there's
a'nothing more, nothing
more at all.


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