referring to the wrinkle bus schedule you keep on your living room floor i noticed the last 43 passed 10 minutes ago to take the long walk home something reminds me of 1778 they're dying for our asses
someone read a prayer or poem we're sharpening our bayonets on the first of the season as a raquet crew assembles in the green mountain state
we'll hide beneath the canopy to the jounal that i've kept and the last drop of liquor turns a fraud as i honest and big trucks are piling their greasy gears ceasing