Like beckett wanna be right here on hungry Row I'll wash your clothes Know that I need a thing 'til monday Mornin' and the words we spoke of love A heaven on the wings of a blues Man he don't care who it shoots Glad that you own a home and cry As the night when the people La leave that black train To the ground but I'm not dumb The squirrels are so many words he hurt Her but you always believed I swore that I could put your body Sings I saw the light moments Few feet away hear every night Women they had to be humble La leave that black train To the ground but I'm not dumb The squirrels are so many words he hurt Her but you always believed I applied my trade, in mountain city Else he wouldn't have it son straight The road she didn't come clean life It's way across the sea La leave that black train To the ground but I'm not dumb The squirrels are so many words he hurt Her but you always believed |
(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
But I'm Not Dumb
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