the guy driving the bus
or the lady selling donuts?
the blue sky is what i mean.
now September near the middle;
that's my dad on the fiddle by the way.
rolling out a little joy. carry on,
play that tune, a little while.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
the guy driving the bus
or the lady selling donuts?
the blue sky is what i mean.
now September near the middle;
that's my dad on the fiddle by the way.
rolling out a little joy. carry on,
play that tune, a little while.
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