She Left Me Poor
I woke up and she was gone
Gone into the thin black night
My mosquito buddy was buzzing his consolation
That’s if he was not just having a celebration
For the one that chased he from me was gone
She went and left me poor
She went with the heater to keep me warm at night
She took along the temple where I worship
And carried off both pillows I used for the nights
And along with them the fiddles that kept my hands busy
She took my entire choir along with her
So no more late night songs shall I conduct
The silence is so cold and deafening
She left me with a cold bed and a broken heart
Yet she waited till I was dead asleep with eyes a’shut
. . .
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