Friday, Jan 9, 2009 - Posted by Rich Miller
* That’s it for me…
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn. “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
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