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February 8, 2007

2.8.07

Today's theme is the word COLD.

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I’m Glad Our Stories Are No Longer Polled:

I’ve lived a good life, been grand, like gold…

I’ve lived hard and fast, I’ve lived big and bold…

I’ve drank lots a whiskey, been kissed, been rolled…

I’ve been stubborn and hard, or, so I’ve been told…

But I’ve softened round the edges, as I’ve gotten old…

Good friends are precious, and hard to hold…

I stayed away from the church, I’m not part of the fold…

I’ve dealt with the devil, but my soul’s not been sold…

There are no more like me, they dun broke the mold…

But now, now that I’m dying, I feel mighty cold…

Posted by: kasac at February 8, 2007 1:19 PM · Permalink