If God is real he has blue blood and wears a tin star
Miles and miles of special polish slips between glory and modesty

Blue is hot and hot is cool
Not precluding the toy tin star.
Titillation...or just tits? Best not to ask...

I went to the Rio Grande a King, came back a cowhand,
         best not to know.
Crafted chords stretch for miles. Make love to my soul.
         Best not to as...

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late winter's bright skies 

buds and sprouts begin to form

New Year's vibrant song.

in the gentle breeze,  

mem'ries sprout with new life,  

herald new year's joy.

New Year’s breath tendrils

it must now be that season

melting snow and all

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