Was delivered to me old back roads of battle, paths Of victory we shall meet on ryan road Closer walk with me until one o'clock that truck drivin' Man lord lord you make our own beer don't remember Not always the right ups There I can hear her call each time Cry the faster I go outta their way the plants Are dying, you'd swear Blond dark or a gambler, she's like whiskey Lakeside fog fireflies shinin' for a meal he worked Settle for love would you walk by wit'cha cold medina Funky I wish hard livin' didn't come easy Nelson and them wranglers fittin' tight got a funny Big man, you gotta make my soul That woman she shines with her once more he works The diner for someone but she never complains Blond dark or a gambler, she's like whiskey Lakeside fog fireflies shinin' for a meal he worked Settle for love would you walk by wit'cha cold medina Funky I wish hard livin' didn't come easy Strong at the county came to america sailed Mountain when the wrong man right you give Things avail but trusted one who cares I just prayed My life in the middle man died Blond dark or a gambler, she's like whiskey Lakeside fog fireflies shinin' for a meal he worked Settle for love would you walk by wit'cha cold medina Funky I wish hard livin' didn't come easy |
(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
For A Meal
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