you can't get
a song out of your
head.
it was the last
song you
heard before you
turned the television
off last night.
an old cowboy movie
with guitars
and horses,
and singing around
the campfire.
she'll be coming
round the mountain
when she comes, when
she comes.
you try to analyze
the words to the song,
break it down
into something
meaningful, but
it's hopeless.
she'll be riding six
white horses when
she comes, when she
comes.
what does this mean.
it's going to be
a long day.
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