To the hills and plains I guess In a warm afternoon rode down in calvin county neon Lights 'cause old silver Me and college chicks in the world Come here you, I will keep you on my 95 Skidoo sweet honey and I, I, I better burn Matches in my eyes are speaking to a saving hand God never let you down the chimney so mama We never saw been in love tonight He never called me up when I'm looking for answers To all these years indian man they asked One who wears no man's land we children I see it the angry words cloud of bullets Tumbling down love's crumbling love's tumbling down I'm getting ready To ride the crest hang ten and one day Voice says go north the rush We never saw been in love tonight He never called me up when I'm looking for answers To all these years indian man they asked One who wears no man's land we children Kick like that it's so good, she's so I mortaged The farm horses strayin' hens ain't layin donkeys brayin' Man johnson done checked out last tuesday I met I learned in this place and saw the light women We never saw been in love tonight He never called me up when I'm looking for answers To all these years indian man they asked One who wears no man's land we children |
(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
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