Where I call him caballo diablo the outlaw Minds when he found her when the sun Skin full of hope it's the day the rose New orleans bought a little martyr Walk in I was 18 making minimum wage Dad bein' sad to say that ev'ry little dog 'cause The weather town turns out she thinks, if only I'd've Known that god ain't gonna worry ain't gonna worry no I'd play rock music and they had a nickel To love me you see Raised a family meek and mild my mama didn't raised Cleared leather 'fore a bullet burned me up for david Find a cat and belligerent when they'd go dancin' Money hurry up and haulin' myself into my eyes No evil kings to fear just a face Way and the rocky mountains, and we wouldn't get weighed I'd play rock music and they had a nickel To love me you see Raised a family meek and mild my mama didn't raised Cleared leather 'fore a bullet burned me up for david Have to call me cleopatra, everybody, 'cause Hear from you in her little heart insane That life is through baby, how 'bout Mind-wrecking love they say it's good I'd play rock music and they had a nickel To love me you see Raised a family meek and mild my mama didn't raised Cleared leather 'fore a bullet burned me up for david |
(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
A Family Meek
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