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These days by Rocky - Printer Friendly

These days the birds go fishing with a piece of bread while

these days I can hardly find my thoughts and

the Northern Star, well, that's the only constellation

I know how to orientate by these days

I look for suited QQ's

I know I have to

pull out the other up my sleeve

while I'm keen on keeping the other

Blessed shall be the meek

these days I'm ready to peak any given moment

like a wine in a cellar, forgotten

and ready for a long hard decay


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