The doctors write
The junkies fight
My sweet cream sings
A million dollar cash
A Hypnosis watch ticks
A rhythm stick, a toast
To a glass of whiskey
In black and white
To say goodnight of how it seems
With my good looking girl
In her baby blue dream
A travellers guide
A missing guitar string
A girl no money can buy
A million dollars note.
As the grass grows we pour whiskey and smoke
The Shepard's skin
The bartenders sing
The days grow old
A coat so cold
My love, my sweet
Liquorice treat
A clappers feet
Just to meet
And do anything the blind men can't see
A horse by the river
The woman by the sea
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Author:
CharlieFanning (
Offline) - Published: March 29th, 2020 06:05
- Category: Letter
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