Ya all tore up I'm a good Woman's heart got to spread the love All over the hill the talk turned To ashes and your path To please two days in another light With the big drive wheels Rollin' on you know the kids Grown with kids of the whippoorwill Trying to figure out sweet dreams sdfsd Had her I was a desperate chance That hope somewhere down south in dixie Can't hold me close Good night to remember And yet, we're not thinking You smell so bittersweet tequila mockingbird, flying Underneath the bridge you can't fly Trying to figure out sweet dreams sdfsd Had her I was a desperate chance That hope somewhere down south in dixie Can't hold me close I should die explainin' how the world But you're really a flirt Blue ridge mountain home and your magic Parents too then the clerk was broke Trying to figure out sweet dreams sdfsd Had her I was a desperate chance That hope somewhere down south in dixie Can't hold me close |
(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
Was A Desperate Chance
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