Saturday, August 12, 2017

occassionally sorta sometimes

hell if i'd tell you i miss you
as if i would ever admit
i still have the taste of the kiss you
gave me the night that you quit

hell if i'd write down a line
about you or us or that
or that august night in natchez
when you said i'd fixed your flat

hell if i care if you find this
as if you'd even think to try
to find what's become of your
occassionally sorta sometimes guy


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