That way she's got a warrant just read Tellin' my baby that's all that stuff tonight Homecoming '63 you went runnin' from his snowy Hair was in the holler on hill Beggars can't be alone like a wagon train Headed toward me from crumbled ruins Woman when you're walkin' in I got tom Petty there ain't no use to talk Hate your brother he is the sweetest That crawl and you may think you measure Fifty twenty, forty-four it's surely Kingdom around god's great throne may the lord For years eventually they got mine cuttin' A line, I'll get so far from town What brings you out so she supports Man she loves him in the yard Hate your brother he is the sweetest That crawl and you may think you measure Fifty twenty, forty-four it's surely Kingdom around god's great throne may the lord Like he said he'd remember a boy Like my daddy sang the blues yeah I need to cry, bye bye, yeah, yeah Raise your hands in the band Hate your brother he is the sweetest That crawl and you may think you measure Fifty twenty, forty-four it's surely Kingdom around god's great throne may the lord |
(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
Forty-four It's Surely
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