February 2011
3 posts
3 tags
Feb 24th
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Feb 3rd
an old bunch of words
I’m so tired of this storm The wind keeps knocking me around And I could stay inside and watch the telephone wires But I prefer to make my way on down To your bar I’m so tired of this storm My socks are soaked, the dryer’s out And I keep hearing there’s no talk of it letting up So I’ll walk Move along Find a seat at your bar And drown myself in whiskey so that you’ll talk to me Pouring down I’m...
Feb 3rd