Any feeling that I have
comes from my throat
but it's brewed in my heart
and buried in my soul.
A bitter ale
beyond red tail
and Mendocino swells.
The grapes in all
the wrath of fall
and stories that we tell.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
Any feeling that I have
comes from my throat
but it's brewed in my heart
and buried in my soul.
A bitter ale
beyond red tail
and Mendocino swells.
The grapes in all
the wrath of fall
and stories that we tell.
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