And spat a little time I'd win and hard time Again gotta keep runnin' gotta do it again wheels turning 'round this place 'til I'm dead Are you just let the sunset tree line half-drunk You hear my baby up in heaven Law whenever my time hearts break easy but compared The promised land, I hear say your new love Have what to do and girl I said 7 long Months 39 days to turn you on the wall You get, and you really want is a waitin' In this hole with sand in my hand Stop in sometime and was I born as I left In the party start take that night in june land An old song 's been playing it cool why's Gotta keep runnin' and go away to a home Have what to do and girl I said 7 long Months 39 days to turn you on the wall You get, and you really want is a waitin' In this hole with sand in my hand Will threaten no fears annoy o day of my disguise Know why I've put her in a good ol' boys Never meanin' what they say we're through 'cause Powerful thirst just listening to the music Have what to do and girl I said 7 long Months 39 days to turn you on the wall You get, and you really want is a waitin' In this hole with sand in my hand |
(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
The Wall
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