Sunday, 6 November 2022

Charley

Sing songs in my car, hot water in my tank, nothing leaves a scar, blown about by forays, a ticking from the crank, get ready for the play, you smile within the dark, make my mind go blank, scatter ashes on the bar, what is there to say, I am not a bank, clinging to a brighter day, Oh, you are a dog, no dollars left to thwack, roll me like a log, we never know how far, love lies down the track, to see what's going on, greatful in our thanks.

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