Don't Get Around Much



wondering why i don't write anymore -- wondering what has
   changed -- what is gone

i think of them all and i read about them and sometimes i hurt myself
   thinking about them -- but they're so far gone from me now -- so
   much a part of the pastures

grass withers and dies whether it's in the soil or mowed

 

 

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