Could Have Been
Smoke pouring of my fountain pen
Running along my cold fingers
Thoughts just filling up my head
Things I should just tell her
Something’s in the sky for you
A cloud more or less
It seems I just can’t move
Tangled up in Love’s nets
The town is running like Laughter
Just like it did in the past
White Farmers totally tattered
And dogs run totally free and fast
Never again will we see a face
Of a man totally run down
By love , life and anger’s trace
Like a Dog lost in a Pound
Even the Blues man can Agree
Life is really not over yet
He is better than I can be
The one thing I truly Regret
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