i'm having a problem now
listening to blind willie mctell
i don't want it to end
don't want to hear it again
just don't want it to end
has me in a quiet lucid trance
they do indeed
strut their feathers well
Love it like a soft cushion to lay my head on Nat. Sweet dreams, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My personal favorites: Kill It Kid and Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues