Coutry Music Killed my jazzy Muse in return I shot her horse She kept staring at me I told her would you have my baby When the hell freezes over she said Now she rides a harley and I had to flee to Mexico
"Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the top of cities contemplating jazz" - Allen Ginsberg
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"Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the top of cities contemplating jazz" - Allen Ginsberg
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