Watermelon Sunday
watermelon sunday
oldies station playing
walmart french bread and a lunch bucket
wishing i could play
no money in my pocket now
gas in my motorized efficiency on the other side of half
donation day coming soooo slowwwwly
wishing i could work
nowhere to lay my head
the high 28 but sunny
the low 9 with no throw
wishing i could just catch it for a change
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