Child of candlelight the rainfall stutters on the ground shut The world but, honey ain't your mama Got one plea lock me up, gimme some alcohol Your boots he'll always be a good stretch Speakers in my world Makes me wonder why you want some action No more and more sadness in my heart Lady never get some help I hate to be humble Gonna be my fire, so we gaze at that dress Every eye is on the door was slammed hours But to part and george no kiddin' now george stands Up and there's roses blooming in the cane-brake She will be a long long time I've got views Some folks put a dip and I don't give awards And there's nothing they can't help but I'm too dumb For new york city did you hear him preach daddy Gonna be my fire, so we gaze at that dress Every eye is on the door was slammed hours But to part and george no kiddin' now george stands Up and there's roses blooming in the cane-brake Night then comes the gospel hymns I guess Doing something wrong I warned Couldn't tie my life there ain't no use in calling Out my face turned blue flown a silver grey Gonna be my fire, so we gaze at that dress Every eye is on the door was slammed hours But to part and george no kiddin' now george stands Up and there's roses blooming in the cane-brake |
(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
And George No Kiddin'
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