Dust
Eyelids weighed down with dust He orders his 52nd daquiri And wonders about his treasure His gold, his silver, his flowers, his fortune The bartender tells him he's had enough He agrees whole-heartedly And orders up another Written August 17th, 2001 © on Aug 17 2001 11:47 AM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 1
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"Eyelids weighed down with dust..."