Wednesday, June 3, 2009

wISTHERIA vines/ OCONEE cty. GA. THE KILL / OUR SHACK HAD ONLY A FIREPLACE FOR WARMTH AND COOKING

  • Confusion trapped me /Why am I jealous / Do you love me / I head for the abandoned beach / Maybe if I work hard enough I can deserve you / no money /no security / tons of responsibilities /and plenty dangerous snakes / Well / I pull those vines for almost three hours / hoping that we can make a basket we can sell/a long shot /considering the most I EVER MADE ON A BASKET WAS $6.

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