Paroles I Trust a Litter of Kittens Still Keeps the Coloss de Joan Of Arc

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Textes et Paroles de I Trust a Litter of Kittens Still Keeps the Coloss



I saw the two chevy minuet in the alley.
I heard Maggie call 'Hello' to a toilet flushing
And Angie say she guesses I'm not home.

Sammy laughed 'Maybe Grandpa's napping in his chair --
Eyes half open and head thrown back
His teeth slip to tempt his chin.'

I was a shivering bombadier when I married Maggie.
Angie was eight months old when I first said Hello.
She was thirteen when I lost her
when She'd grown too big to dance on her daddy's toes.

And I was but what 23 in Memphis,
22 through Dresden and Essen.

My think weak tin canteen's bent seam's slow dribble wet
My hip with each step.

I learned my airport and train station lessons in
The heavy heave and whistle of my breath.

And now here I am in my own uptown closet
Alone with my cauliflower nose.

But on an overnight train home
Over open dirt years ago
I lost what I'd known all along
And from then on it would be only to myself
I'd belong.

And is this my last stand?
A call to arms to lower back and finally stop asking
Each other what's wrong
All the time.

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