The Blues Poet
Saturday, August 11, 2018
taught me to weep and moan
Mr. Uniform, I need you so bad
Like a weed gone to chicago
And leaf blowing in the wind...
This harp it drips spit
This brow some too
And yeah bitches,
Let's get some brew...
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