ain’t no way

8 Jan

ain’t no way of tellin’

how the switchblade will switch

or how the hitchin’ post will hitch

ain’t life a

beautiful woman on a frosty day

ain’t no way i’m gonna say

anything else

ain’t no way of writing

of things which have no names

as yet

but those feelings still creep up on me

i can sense so much

just out of my sight

ain’t no way of tellin’

which dog will bark

and which won’t

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