drinkin my dead great aunts green tea
-bills are almost due
-its a dry season
but with a lot of rain.
my mind is mostly sane
but it wanders like some tapestry
yea it gets woven eventually.
the computer is slow,
but otherwise overall my lands are in order.
ill join deeds with you someday
we'll have rooms and many many halls
plump blue eyed babies will wander in and out,
oh those great halls we'll have.
the sky is dark
but hey it's night
and i can feel that music so well
with so many feels.
--we'll be the guitarline
sinewy night's purple curtains
will close on us
oh those cicadas
and those wandering southerners
those wandering voices
all those women want to steal my cat
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they'll give you recognition when you graduate
they're laying it on thick this time
those extra expenses
but my lands are in order
and let's sleep