Date: March 17th, 2025 9:17 PM
Author: disco fries (his own flesh as well as all space was still a cage)
that talk about the Mother Lode.
I traded for a song bird,
A bigger piece of sky.
When I miss the good ol' days
I can't imagine why.
Still, I get restless
And I drive into town
I cruise once down Main Street
And I turn back around
It's crazy, but God knows
I don't act my age
Like an old Desperado
Who paints the town baige.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5695692&forum_id=2#48757107)