06-09-2016, 09:55 PM
(love)
moonshining hobo
plucks the blues
on a bruised guitar
shining evening rays
fragmented through clouds
parting is not sweet sorrow
Hobe Sound sings
moonshining hobo
plucks the blues
on a bruised guitar
shining evening rays
fragmented through clouds
parting is not sweet sorrow
Hobe Sound sings
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