What It didn't say
I feel and I drink,
after the moonlight,
I smoke the torchlight,
before seeing sand
and stunning places.
I take patience to the shortake,
I drink Rocks on the whisky
before even water for looking.
You say and you tell,
there is no water,
who ask, who cares?
I look for voices,
and slicing axes.
For streets in the fishes
and Lows on tables.
Dreams in my songs,
lifes to my friends.
And Thanks.
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Rocky waterboy -