it was quiet in the bay
on the blanket where we lay
the evening sun was slipping past
horizons yesterday.
but tomorrow comes a flood
they'll be looking for new blood
and if i can get to Nashville
there's a lady there to love.
Poetry and Musings of the Mad: Luna : Please throw me a rope So I can climb to your heights. You can help me to cope. You can help set th...
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