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32-20-Blues
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Hey, any ideas would be cool.
I will live on the docks with a red-headed whore,
The porch-light broken in just above the hall door,
And I will lie awake waiting for her trembling shout,
As at last she rolls in when the pubs empty out.
I will soothe her wild breast with my old fashioned songs,
Until she feels at ease, without injustice or wrongs,
As at the back of my yard, the sound comes to me
Of the lapsing, unsoilable, whispering sea.
I will live on the docks with a red-headed whore,
The porch-light broken in just above the hall door,
And I will lie awake waiting for her trembling shout,
As at last she rolls in when the pubs empty out.
I will soothe her wild breast with my old fashioned songs,
Until she feels at ease, without injustice or wrongs,
As at the back of my yard, the sound comes to me
Of the lapsing, unsoilable, whispering sea.