on the eleventh day of Christmas, wac gave to me

[heartequals]

And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew;
Her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb.








Mary, this station is playing every sad song.
I remember, like we were alive.
I heard and sung them all

Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life,
Better safe, than making those parties
And I never had a good time

---
man alive!