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On The Run (Blues Poem #14)
Gonna roll me a reefer,
and smoke the past goodbye
Gonna empty that last bottle of gin,
and kick this bye and bye
Gonna drink that woman away, Lord,
if I have to turn to rum
Gonna smoke that reefer till my fingers burn
-her memory on the run
(Villanova University Vespers: June, 2019)
and smoke the past goodbye
Gonna empty that last bottle of gin,
and kick this bye and bye
Gonna drink that woman away, Lord,
if I have to turn to rum
Gonna smoke that reefer till my fingers burn
-her memory on the run
(Villanova University Vespers: June, 2019)
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On The Run (Blues Poem #14)
On The Run (Blues Poem #14)