Sunday, February 12, 2023

A February 12th, 2,023 Freezing Dawn Mist Walking to the Top of Graffiti Hill to Myself

- softly, piano no -

I'm proud of you ...

- quietly.  for this^^^

You're gonna go back to South Padre....

Maybe someday alone with me,

Maybe some day alone I'll see.


A spray-painted Bob Marley was our bus driver, 

In the country, 

In The Country. 


If ever we could afford a monster

There in those skinny pines .... there in those skinny pines




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