Snowship
Old Men
the faces of old menkhakis, plaid shirtswhere were their fields on this earth?they don't talk like, and they don't act likebut i think that they're hurtwe drove in your carto hardee's number nineunloaded the truck right thereand saw the morning lightsto be honest i don't know wellyou were always there in my headshooting the rifle at floating trashand off to the coast in our vantwenty hour day just to make sure we'd eatputting something in saving when every day's on repeatyou cried to our face on father's daywhen you said that you missed it allwe told you it was okay
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