I don't get to say the words out loud anymore but that doesn't mean they still don't carry the same weighty impact. Move forward, move back move to the side, it's all the same. She sent some words to me and asked me to put them to rhyme. Words about me she says but she …
sometimes someone else says it better
Alabama on Soul Gravy by Cross Canadian Ragweed Then the telephone rings. Maybe I miss your lovin'. Maybe I miss your kiss. Just a little bit. Maybe I miss your body lyin' right next to mine. Maybe I miss your touch. A little too much. I just realized that I didn't think about Feb. 19th …
Dixie's Road Trip 