Each time I reach outside my skin/I just get lonesome for what’s within.
Topics: Fred Chappell, River: A Poem
Each time I reach outside my skin/I just get lonesome for what’s within.
Multiplying my age by 2 in my head/I’m a grandfather. Or Dead.
Multiplying my age by 2 in my head/I’m a grandfather. Or Dead.
Multiplying my age by 2 in my head/I’m a grandfather. Or Dead.
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