Aubade, or: Love requited

A blues stanza Thursday night at my ‘puter, watch’n skies brighten, Still at my ‘puter when it start’n to brighten, I scowl t’ward the window as it lets tha light in. If I don’ go to bed, I won’ be getting no shut-eye, Too many nights I been getting no shut-eye, Tired in tha daytime… […]

Aubade, or: Love requited

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