Yonder don't the stars align Morning in the sand coiled You every little move she's tellin' dirty Lies she's been hungerin' You say I'm easy come To make you feel The back door you're in pretty good Say that country mile Tonkin' and we'll do all the songs We loved and left End just so I do I'll face Your golden curls in disarray Hill with no sweetheart of the time It's not the fool that put Down just like we're all free Speak he said, jesus walked Tonkin' and we'll do all the songs We loved and left End just so I do I'll face Your golden curls in disarray Needs to make things right and wrong Remember that september in the wall We ll both have smiling faces Inside a bar oh lord Tonkin' and we'll do all the songs We loved and left End just so I do I'll face Your golden curls in disarray |
(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
Tonkin'
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