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Stars a'spanglin' across them blue-dye skies, them mid-night-summer-night none too bright starred out janglin'– O' them blitzin' skies. *"Hey. Would ya look in that westward? That western, he's too bored to breathe."* Fire's a'preyin' here nightly. Owl feathers and the soot. I call crab-apples applied science. Red shone blue by the water. I'm sayin' don't tread lightly when there's snow underfoot. *"You gotta breathe it if you ain't playin'. Gotta be sure, be assuring you're right."* Feelin' some skin by the waterside! Them ditches all dug so deep– Gonna feel it out, all clamorin' with a'drummin' hearts by the ditch. Majesty, majesty, majesty. Aubergine, neigh. O' Sanguine, you keep. *"I'll mark you. You mark me."* What a deed by the ditch– skin! Yea to that red, hot and lit and all a'dangerin'. O' burning, blood beating– Embers a'glowin' now. Tobacco's back to bein' lit. Skin singes and I'll scab up. I cross'd them arms by that ditch. Waters be dark. All them remedies be done.
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Skin by the Waterside
Stars a'spanglin' across them blue-dye skies, them mid-night-summer-night none too bright starred out janglin'– O' them blitzin' skies. *"Hey. Would ya look in that westward? That western, he's too bored to breathe."* Fire's a'preyin' here nightly. Owl feathers and the soot. I call crab-apples applied science. Red shone blue by the water. I'm sayin' don't tread lightly when there's snow underfoot. *"You gotta breathe it if you ain't playin'. Gotta be sure, be assuring you're right."* Feelin' some skin by the waterside! Them ditches all dug so deep– Gonna feel it out, all clamorin' with a'drummin' hearts by the ditch. Majesty, majesty, majesty. Aubergine, neigh. O' Sanguine, you keep. *"I'll mark you. You mark me."* What a deed by the ditch– skin! Yea to that red, hot and lit and all a'dangerin'. O' burning, blood beating– Embers a'glowin' now. Tobacco's back to bein' lit. Skin singes and I'll scab up. I cross'd them arms by that ditch. Waters be dark. All them remedies be done.
Memories, I tell ya...
brad-lambert
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
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