Stumbled. 7.30.10

Before I leave, brush my teeth, with a bottle of jack, 'cause when I leave for the night I 'aint comin' back

The ink is black, the page is white, together we learn, to read and write

Like vines we intertwined, carelessly growing up and growing old, life was on our tongues, it tasted heavenly, so good

Happiness hit her like a train on a track, coming towards her towards her stuck still no turning back

When you're the best of friends, Having so much fun together, You're not even aware, you're such a funny pair

Welcome, this is a farmhouse, we have cluster flies alas, and this time of year, is bad