You look nice. You look beautiful. You look gorgeous. You are my best friend. I like the way you had your hair done. Your haircut is now part of my friend. I'm going to write a song about it. Here it is:
"Harvest" by Neil Young
Did I see you down in a young girl's town With your mother in so much pain? I was almost thereat the top of the stairs With her screamin' in the rain.
Did she wake you up to tell you that It was only a change of plan? Dream up, dream up,let me fill your cup With the promise of a man.
Did I see you walking with the boys Though it was not hand in hand? And was some black face in a lonely place When you could understand?
Did she wake you upto tell you that It was only a change of plan? Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup With the promise of a man.
Will I see you give more than I can take? Will I only harvest some? As the days fly past will we lose our grasp Or fuse it in the sun?
Did she wake you up to tell you that It was only a change of plan? Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup With the promise of a man.
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Mahona, you ugly. Anette-uh, you pretty. Annette-uh, you six-billion cow woman. Sincerely, Michael LA
You look nice. You look beautiful. You look gorgeous. You are my best friend. I like the way you had your hair done. Your haircut is now part of my friend. I'm going to write a song about it. Here it is:
"Harvest" by Neil Young
Did I see you down in a young girl's town
With your mother in so much pain?
I was almost thereat the top of the stairs
With her screamin' in the rain.
Did she wake you up to tell you that
It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up,let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man.
Did I see you walking with the boys
Though it was not hand in hand?
And was some black face in a lonely place
When you could understand?
Did she wake you upto tell you that
It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man.
Will I see you give more than I can take?
Will I only harvest some?
As the days fly past will we lose our grasp
Or fuse it in the sun?
Did she wake you up to tell you that
It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man.
dad,
you are very sweet. thank you for loving my mama, not to be confused with mahana. nat jas
I just hit the "leave a comment" button. I thought I knew how to get around in here better than this. "Perhaps we should visit more often," said Antigua to the army of ants. "No," said they, in chorus, "we doesn't like it heres...". Mikethedad.com
My brain has not built the pathway necessary to 'connect' the way that this all goes together. Seriously, if one is to do something efficiently, one must understand the 'process' - kind of. Don't you think? Agree? Disagree? Comments? Anybody? Hm... Mikethedadman, not to be confused with "deadman" or "deadpan" or "bed pan" or "local area network". Get it? Hm... well, I guess everybody went to bed. Goodnight...
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