So Val, now I guess,
it's Val Donican for you.
You've given up the goat, and now
you're walking taller than all of us.
You're guitar strings are silent,
yet my heart strings still ring for you,
but no amount of cod liver oil
can bring you back.
So Val, rock on.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
So Val, now I guess,
it's Val Donican for you.
You've given up the goat, and now
you're walking taller than all of us.
You're guitar strings are silent,
yet my heart strings still ring for you,
but no amount of cod liver oil
can bring you back.
So Val, rock on.
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