Visiting all the wagons in a drunken brawl
Not realizing what is not in the picture
Only later on, missing the station
A pair of eyes in the distance
A fragment of laughter
Warmth
Is it ever too late?
I can still go back and make the change
I'm only twenty
said the nonagenarian, rising from his bed, falling over his muscleless legs
and breaking his hip
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"When the train runs through your back yard, its hard to stay in any one place,
BeantwoordenVerwijderenKnicked from John Sinclair, talking of the early Bluesman who wd/ jump a boxcar to Chicago or someother place...
You loose thoughts reminded me.
Do the broken hip hop....