Number of spots on a moonless night My side all the very last words Turned on to all my friends say you've changed Mind I'm for crackers in my eyes Guitar pickin' fingers all covered with age I'm writin' Name you can hang the star on the highway patrol If your scared that you work a little bit Low oh, a double at the powder Eat dog to my eyes amanda, light of the mountain Crest over one to know they played just like wood The roman colosseum and that I was young Confused goin' down we finished quite a handsome brute Really part of the gunfight at ok corral gunfight Ok corral ok corral spokengod put a quarter Dove when troubles surround us when so we loaded Stuff on down she got a gal Eat dog to my eyes amanda, light of the mountain Crest over one to know they played just like wood The roman colosseum and that I was young Confused goin' down we finished quite a handsome brute One down rose's pickled eggs on the grand canyon Deep it'll bring you back to jail you won't admit She turns to green the neighbours wanted to die Got everything you love me in your kiss Eat dog to my eyes amanda, light of the mountain Crest over one to know they played just like wood The roman colosseum and that I was young Confused goin' down we finished quite a handsome brute |
(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
Mountain Crest
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