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It might be painful It might be disdainful It might be lightning It is so frightening Could be the thunder That has my number It could be Jesus knocking concerned about my mocking It could be my future or my lack of culture It could be those fried reasons maybe it's Jackie Gleason It could be the hollow that always seems to follow me into the night so black without any sight It could be a light from my star at height tumbling through the heavens or bread that is unleavened . . . All I know is it just happened while I was here just napping
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Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
It Just Happened
It might be painful It might be disdainful It might be lightning It is so frightening Could be the thunder That has my number It could be Jesus knocking concerned about my mocking It could be my future or my lack of culture It could be those fried reasons maybe it's Jackie Gleason It could be the hollow that always seems to follow me into the night so black without any sight It could be a light from my star at height tumbling through the heavens or bread that is unleavened . . . All I know is it just happened while I was here just napping
Have you ever suddenly realized a truth that just comes out of the blue .
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75/M/Birmingham , Alabama
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
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