If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.
Thirty-two years old and it still sounds so good.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Pigs might fly
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