I sat in my tattered lawn chair, dirty, drenched in sweat...
My shaking hand slipped off my gun,
as I played Russian roulette...
as I played Russian roulette...
She walked up to me with disgust in her eyes...
She was gearing up to say goodbye...
So she flew away into the humid sky;
into the wretched hell that is July...
She was gearing up to say goodbye...
So she flew away into the humid sky;
into the wretched hell that is July...
1 comment:
there is the Darrell we have grown to love...so much different from your last post.
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