hair

she asks me why im just a hairy guy im hairy noon and night hair thats a fright im hairy high and low dont ask me why dont know its not for lack of bread like the grateful […]

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indian lake

you take a bus marked lakewood drive and you keep on ridin til youre out of the city where the air is fine with the sweet smell of pine and the countrysides pretty and youll see daffodils peepin […]

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The Rain, The Park & Other Things

I saw her sitting in the rain Raindrops falling on her She didn’t seem to care She sat there and smiled at me Then I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew) She could make me […]

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