Immaculate ConceptionA Poem by PeteWhat is there in music that it should so stir our deeps? - ThoreauFull Moon on the Bayou by JC Findley moon shinin' dogs croonin' crawfish boilin' beer ice cold it was dark and he wore sunglasses music tore through the night like a serrated knife my foot was a-tappin' granny's chair was a-rockin' "why do they have to make all that infernal noise with those gol dern 'lectric twangers", she inquired because, "boys will be boys it's independence day goddamn" i replied © 2021 PeteAuthor's Note
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