Poetry from the Writer of Light for Saturday, March 22, 2008

Saturday, March 22, 2008

PICKAXE THERAPY BLUES

PICKAXE THERAPY BLUES When you’re getting to me, baby, when your memories cloud my mind, when I start thinking ‘bout you, baby, I grab my pickaxe and I make myself unwind. You walked out on me, baby, took my money, my life, my love, you wanted to make a new start, baby, And you showed me what you’re... Sign in to see full entry.

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