St. Mary's, I obligatorily board the biding vessel,
I drift from your shores in the midnight hour,
I sail home where I must lay my weary head;
but little do they know,
you are my bedfellow,
St. Mary's.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
St. Mary's, I obligatorily board the biding vessel,
I drift from your shores in the midnight hour,
I sail home where I must lay my weary head;
but little do they know,
you are my bedfellow,
St. Mary's.
To the commuters who disperse their being between two different worlds.
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