I thin what this section needs is...........
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From: In Dreams There Is Truth Ohio
Re: I thin what this section needs is........... (Tom McCabe)
don't you'se guyz have anyzink better to say zen nozink?
:D
Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt and I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled in the CFR Forum to meet the day.
I'd smoked my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin', but I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking. Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken and it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way.
On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishing Lord that I was stoned, 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone, and there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down.
There, I feel better now.
[Modified by GDaina, 11:31 PM 4/27/2003]
:D
Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt and I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled in the CFR Forum to meet the day.
I'd smoked my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that I've been pickin', but I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kicking. Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken and it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way.
On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishing Lord that I was stoned, 'cause there is something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone, and there's nothin' short of dyin', half as lonesome as the sound on the sleepin' city side walks, Sunday mornin' comin' down.
There, I feel better now.
[Modified by GDaina, 11:31 PM 4/27/2003]
