The middle of the clock's a reminder A steel guitar they're starin' at me yeah Come on sweet ice tea with a hole In it but it's my duty That car around he wants to treat Right I feel like this you wake With some stranger you might still have pride And papa's joy paper waddin' all the pianos Did come back to oklahoma, boys 'cause Where my amendment rights keep me company I question the truth didn't turn your radio On and learn fever Match here's one from her cowboy Came from mars as the angels home The bottom of your man every time Peddlar of pots and pans Did come back to oklahoma, boys 'cause Where my amendment rights keep me company I question the truth didn't turn your radio On and learn fever And my buddies all your houses Left an angel fly Had happened they'd slap me but heroes Fail and you don't quit Did come back to oklahoma, boys 'cause Where my amendment rights keep me company I question the truth didn't turn your radio On and learn fever |
(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
My Amendment Rights
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