walkin, by Billy Joe Subscribe to rss feed for Billy Joe

walking on the beach lookin
for what ever even better
smokin that bitter litter 
without shoes the sand goes 
into my toes that flows and 
blows smilein but frownin 
even though im brownin 
that one ball is roundin. 
Posted: 2010-05-11 21:47:28 UTC

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