December 2009
November 2009
he looked just want you want him to
some kind of slick chrome american prince.
homehomehomehomehomehomehomehomehome
If onlys and justs were candies and nuts, then everyday would be un de donkfest.
now i taught the weeping willow how to cry, and i showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky; and the tears i cried for that woman are gonna flood you, big river. then i’m gonna sit here until i die.
i met her accidentally in st paul, minnesota, and it tore me up every time i heard her southern drawl. then i heard my dream was back downstream cavorting in davenport,
and i...
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