Every
time
New
problems arise and you be
Goin’
down, goin’
Under,
just
Lift
your eyes to a bright blue sky ‘n’
Forget
that ol’ gray thunder.
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1 comment:
I could hear the dialect in this piece swing into an accent in my imagination. Nice!
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