01-29-2015, 07:29 AM
After a few beers, the game, and a couple of laughs,
the boys and I like to head down to the pond for some midnight shinny.
Beneath a black sky and some old flood lights,
we fight over rubber with wooden sticks in falling snow,
warmed by the thoughtless sweat of war.
the boys and I like to head down to the pond for some midnight shinny.
Beneath a black sky and some old flood lights,
we fight over rubber with wooden sticks in falling snow,
warmed by the thoughtless sweat of war.