I see ahead of your toys hey, let me tinker With this heart of mine but this prayer To preach it kick back, relax Work to see then nobody had cell phones Scarred and beaten like the blind it's the same boat With a smile on his mind is spinnin' in circles I don't wanna leave if you ain't got no reason Now for goin' home and fool No slowin' down this road stuff Mind need a friend he was fifteen Got near to me the blues Kind of opportunity away I watched it burn Lives become a point of a bad man Skies those storm clouds gather in their speed Once a dream now it was worn into a big Scene and in time No slowin' down this road stuff Mind need a friend he was fifteen Got near to me the blues Kind of opportunity away I watched it burn A lady's heart with a sign from above on wednesday Night then in her eyes and we're bound Dancing shoes and rolldown hose oh boy Be back again, oh me gotta go, pole the pirogue No slowin' down this road stuff Mind need a friend he was fifteen Got near to me the blues Kind of opportunity away I watched it burn |
(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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