hear that voice
the country alive
and blue
a longing
a loving
the long road home
pour another shot
of my old friend
lift the glass
to a voice
haunting me so
hear that voice
the country alive
and blue
a longing
a loving
the long road home
pour another shot
of my old friend
lift the glass
to a voice
haunting me so
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I always connect with your poems. Same era, I guess. Love the memories.
Thank you, Sarah.
I don’t think there is a musician on this planet, having met her, that is not totally in love with her. Maybe other planets as well.
I would agree with that.
Great singer!
Yes, she is.
The right combination of words and music is a natural inspiration for poetry, like hers. Well done, clear at least to my ears.
Glad you like it, Alan.