Could Get Him a Trip to the Grammys
12/06/2013 § 9 Comments
Soon the snow will come, and you’ll be my only company all winter, Planter. No one wants to sit on cold concrete. People are fickle that way. They’ll love you for a season and then leave you. I think I’ll write a honky-tonk song about it.
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