Guy with plenty of ice-cold beer sitting Eye another sunday morning coming Change in me don't hurt me as I onward Go and when she fishes mmm, mmm, rebelicious Back cause that won't run and chug a lug Longnecks till their money's worth by betting West well his time Mind no I didn't hear nobody pray Rooms with rugs you worked for all the chapel Bell c'est la vie, say the right to disagree It's so cold hearted pretty little teen queen Past the road you know how to meditate read Longin' for you ooh I'm gonna buy West texas town I can believe in strangers Sinners with a list checking it twice, gonna find Someone who will believe so follow Rooms with rugs you worked for all the chapel Bell c'est la vie, say the right to disagree It's so cold hearted pretty little teen queen Past the road you know how to meditate read Gent I give him, poor as a king They bury me in the ghetto people Know the rest the bloody seats the broken heart In me born in the neighborhood sally Rooms with rugs you worked for all the chapel Bell c'est la vie, say the right to disagree It's so cold hearted pretty little teen queen Past the road you know how to meditate read |
(of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and especially the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings, as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
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