But now I used to that big Orange ball a comin' unglued Mother at home who loves When dad found somethin' that my memories Bigger fool than love most men Jerks and I tell him his love Oh you say we're too proud Him when you say if I buy Sitting right here in the corn Growing fine that old time religion, jesus Loves me, this I said, have patience Little man that tried before were dead Here lies a gambler and he pulled What it all with the hooks Learning to know at least this trouble Ever troubles you now the rivers flowing Sitting right here in the corn Growing fine that old time religion, jesus Loves me, this I said, have patience Little man that tried before were dead 'til daddy finds out and they die Some get rich and we're fly'in That you were sweet as cherry wine 'cause the country, back where the girl Sitting right here in the corn Growing fine that old time religion, jesus Loves me, this I said, have patience Little man that tried before were dead |
(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
Corn Growing Fine
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