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One day after walking one day The middle of March I spied a young lady Who drew first a spark Later that night She held out a hand (I held on tight) She caressed my back (and said) “It’ll all be alright, “you’re still here now “that’s all that counts. Replied ‘yea but’ “Thas all that counts” In the restless night I’ve known The restless poet who has sown His vagabondish sheet From cradle to street What a sight for sore eyes The mail that cuts is own lies (eyes) Lies lies lies lies lies (eyes) He lies (lays) But doesn’t sleep The cuckoo bird, well, Doeth cheep Or nightingale Or owl Which bears a ***** scowl ‘in the forests of the night’ Blakenly defying “It’ll all be alright”
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
First drafts (of ale and dragoons) are always *****
One day after walking one day The middle of March I spied a young lady Who drew first a spark Later that night She held out a hand (I held on tight) She caressed my back (and said) “It’ll all be alright, “you’re still here now “that’s all that counts. Replied ‘yea but’ “Thas all that counts” In the restless night I’ve known The restless poet who has sown His vagabondish sheet From cradle to street What a sight for sore eyes The mail that cuts is own lies (eyes) Lies lies lies lies lies (eyes) He lies (lays) But doesn’t sleep The cuckoo bird, well, Doeth cheep Or nightingale Or owl Which bears a ***** scowl ‘in the forests of the night’ Blakenly defying “It’ll all be alright”
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sputter-outlaw
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
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