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"But i took my fishing pole (fearing your fever),Down to the swimming hole, where there grows a bitter herbThat blooms but one day a year, by the riversideI'd bring it here:Apply it gentlyTo the love you've lent me."( Joanna Newsom )
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"But i took my fishing pole (fearing your fever),
Down to the swimming hole, where there grows a bitter herb
That blooms but one day a year, by the riverside
I'd bring it here:
Apply it gently
To the love you've lent me."
( Joanna Newsom )
is your mommy home ?
Post a Comment