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Old man sitting class front Plucks his twanging banjo Singing songs about rain Songs about this kind of day Imagine the tough skin Hugging his picking thumb while he strums The music rewinds and ages Giving rhythm to his pulls and nods Lines escaping from a dark wrinkled cave Hidden behind whites and grays Growing south like so many do Just an old man sharing his love with you Keeping it all the same Hum drum going nowhere Questioning progress Did I go anywhere today? Or have I just returned?
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Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
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Old man sitting class front Plucks his twanging banjo Singing songs about rain Songs about this kind of day Imagine the tough skin Hugging his picking thumb while he strums The music rewinds and ages Giving rhythm to his pulls and nods Lines escaping from a dark wrinkled cave Hidden behind whites and grays Growing south like so many do Just an old man sharing his love with you Keeping it all the same Hum drum going nowhere Questioning progress Did I go anywhere today? Or have I just returned?
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b-berres
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
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