Prancing Thru the Barnyard
Every time
I’m ready
to accept
that my
life is
about over
a beautiful
woman comes
drifting in
& I
throw my
head back,
crow like
a rooster,
& go
prancing off
thru the
barnyard.
Every time
I’m ready
to accept
that my
life is
about over
a beautiful
woman comes
drifting in
& I
throw my
head back,
crow like
a rooster,
& go
prancing off
thru the
barnyard.
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