Still
Life is over. I've lost the golden clover...
S'over, s'all over, when I'm here in Dover...
Sunk the ship, an' airplanes flown over...
S'pose I done it to m'self, and moreover...
I'm simply a-wastin' 'way here....
Cut the chords 'fore I am abhorred....
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2012
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