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~for John Prine~ she’s eye closed, playing sleepy possum, so I stealthy stroke her cheek, she, all smiling, then I nose tickle my sweet-love, now frowning, till I cease and desist, go back to stroking, then I’m her good loving man once again tune comes in my head from out of left field, start to tap the beat, pic my guitar strings, roaming all over her smooth features, now she’s all aroused, cause she knows what I’m about and this strumming,   why that ain’t allowed, so she knocks my fingers away later, sneak into the kitchen, she’s fussin’ - could be, cleaning, could be cooking, but soon she ain’t moving, cause she’s just listening to the new tune first played earlier that morn, on her features born, a love song, calling that song “Playing with My Love’s Face” now she’s grabbing the biggest knife I ever seen, waving it to and too close to fro, in my direction general, waving it like a baton, conducting my song, singing along, making up her own lyrics, whole stanzas, now it’s her song, **** if that ain’t “the way the world goes round”
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
playing with my love’s face (John Prine tribute)
~for John Prine~ she’s eye closed, playing sleepy possum, so I stealthy stroke her cheek, she, all smiling, then I nose tickle my sweet-love, now frowning, till I cease and desist, go back to stroking, then I’m her good loving man once again tune comes in my head from out of left field, start to tap the beat, pic my guitar strings, roaming all over her smooth features, now she’s all aroused, cause she knows what I’m about and this strumming,   why that ain’t allowed, so she knocks my fingers away later, sneak into the kitchen, she’s fussin’ - could be, cleaning, could be cooking, but soon she ain’t moving, cause she’s just listening to the new tune first played earlier that morn, on her features born, a love song, calling that song “Playing with My Love’s Face” now she’s grabbing the biggest knife I ever seen, waving it to and too close to fro, in my direction general, waving it like a baton, conducting my song, singing along, making up her own lyrics, whole stanzas, now it’s her song, **** if that ain’t “the way the world goes round”
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
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