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I love it when the fields laid Bare They're piling bales of hay out there Some of them are round and some of them are Square
By Anna Enright5 years ago in Poets
Time stamp 00:00 You cry into the empty room Just like a baby cries You got a lot to cry about Cry it out my prince of spies
By Anna Enright6 years ago in Poets
I get my daily dose of aggravation While the powers that be wake up the nation And I sip my coffee and think And I take another drink
