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<blockquote data-quote="Anonymous" data-source="post: 62453"><p>Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didnt hurt.</p><p>And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for dessert.</p><p>Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.</p><p>And I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.</p><p></p><p>I'd smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking.</p><p>But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussing at a can that he was kicking.</p><p>Then I crossed the empty street and caught the smell of someone's Sundays frying chicken.</p><p></p><p></p><p>And it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow along the way.</p><p>On a Sunday morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I was stoned.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Anonymous, post: 62453"] Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didnt hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for dessert. Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt. And I washed my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. I'd smoked my brain the night before on cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking. But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussing at a can that he was kicking. Then I crossed the empty street and caught the smell of someone's Sundays frying chicken. And it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow along the way. On a Sunday morning sidewalk, wishing Lord that I was stoned. [/QUOTE]
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