another mornin' and I'm mournin' empty whiskey bottle's gone dry can't remember how to remember those yesterdays gone by friendly women, once gal pals they won't even face my face call me names, but don't call me they place me in my place
my friendly best friend pretends to pretend no, he don't know me at all disatisfactions of my actions lowly feelin's feelin' small
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Posted: Mar 2010
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sumpin i shoonda hadda started, so i stop dis homophonic phobe probe
BeneathePinesnorthern Catskills, New York USAMar 30, 2010
newcomer to this corner with a lot reading ahead of me. This one I much enjoy. has that chop and launch meter that I tend to be drawn to. Good one Heady : )
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Good stuff...