my friends,
write big letters on big pages,
filling magazines.
we make the summers
look like golden lit kerosene
and trail in conduct laden rows
off to our cozy little homes
where we make life a little rougher
for the souls that came before
such a silly little episode
she left her coat,
and we all grabbed it
and held it fairly close
until she finally stumbled up
all the stairs that we drew up
all those cozy little homes.
say that you remember,
late november,
late autumn or early winter,
when the changes weren't much
Say that you recall that fading fall
when we thought that we are all
the happiest we'd ever be.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
my friends,
write big letters on big pages,
filling magazines.
we make the summers
look like golden lit kerosene
and trail in conduct laden rows
off to our cozy little homes
where we make life a little rougher
for the souls that came before
such a silly little episode
she left her coat,
and we all grabbed it
and held it fairly close
until she finally stumbled up
all the stairs that we drew up
all those cozy little homes.
say that you remember,
late november,
late autumn or early winter,
when the changes weren't much
Say that you recall that fading fall
when we thought that we are all
the happiest we'd ever be.
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