After reading little chain and clock ticks a lot and cat
meows a lot I think I need a job to dig my nose into it……..I’ve been sniffing
around a lot in the back of the woodshed where my mother kept antibiotics for
dads treatments, I can’t stand walking around the arena anymore without the
lights on
Like when you and I used to hang outside of the carriage
house- two roses under the autumnal sun.
I think about the gifts you’ve made for me and I probably haven’t made
any for you and I’m so sorry about that hoss.
I can’t believe my attitude like vinegar bottle of plastic column, rice
patty of brick wall.
I’m only a dreamer man, all I can really do is hang on.
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