1d
In counting town
Your sure to frown
On a cobblers mound
She pays the river down
While he weeps
On broken ponds
His unheld hip
Crosses her mind
Your sure to frown
On a cobblers mound
She pays the river down
While he weeps
On broken ponds
His unheld hip
Crosses her mind
(44/M/california)
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