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Thursday, October 18, 2018
Blues In The Night (Dispossessed American Troubadour)
Oh my love was like
A red, red shaggy coat,
A shroud that kept me
Warm and rosy—
Now I’m alone, down
And out and blue, blue
As a body can be,
A corpse in the cold
White wraps of winter.
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