my dulcimer is made of shit
how can i play a shit dulcimer
the strings wont hold in a body of shit
uncle leukemia coming back around
heavy in bed scared and wrapped in pain
hold the flashlight steady
cry in the dark sometimes too
the snow makes a smooth white couch of my car
the fox melts away into the moss
Saturday, December 20, 2008
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