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Apr 20, 2009
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The Clearing
Rusted tin roof, tall thick pillars,
and those old pinewood floors
I will live inside so securely,
Surrounded by trees I've grown so tall,
There's no way to see in, either way,
My neighbors will be few and far between
Swallowed by the hills,
and the vast sea of green.
We could watch our lives unfurl
Because we will have escaped from the world
There will be just two of us,
a woman by my side
Ill find her somewhere
Somewhere on this blue planet earth,
We'll Smoke tobacco and plant seeds
Naked as the day we were birthed
Happiness? yeah,
We'll have everything we need
We can sit back, relax
and we'll watch our lives unfurl
Because we will have escaped from the world.
I envisioned visions of a shanty
An abode, a shack, a home;
With a swinging front porch chair
and rough bush to roam
A place I can put my feet up
cover my face with my hat
Have the girl of my dreams sit atop my lap
We could sit there forever
And we'll watch our lives unfurl
Because we will have escaped from the world.
and those old pinewood floors
I will live inside so securely,
Surrounded by trees I've grown so tall,
There's no way to see in, either way,
My neighbors will be few and far between
Swallowed by the hills,
and the vast sea of green.
We could watch our lives unfurl
Because we will have escaped from the world
There will be just two of us,
a woman by my side
Ill find her somewhere
Somewhere on this blue planet earth,
We'll Smoke tobacco and plant seeds
Naked as the day we were birthed
Happiness? yeah,
We'll have everything we need
We can sit back, relax
and we'll watch our lives unfurl
Because we will have escaped from the world.
I envisioned visions of a shanty
An abode, a shack, a home;
With a swinging front porch chair
and rough bush to roam
A place I can put my feet up
cover my face with my hat
Have the girl of my dreams sit atop my lap
We could sit there forever
And we'll watch our lives unfurl
Because we will have escaped from the world.
— Bosscombat, Apr 20, 2009
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Critiques
Nordic cloud
17 years 1 month ago
You almost have escaped into
Bosscombat
17 years 1 month ago
Hey Ann
Tonya
17 years 1 month ago
Sounds like a wonderful
themoonman
17 years 1 month ago
Boss...