As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Friday, December 3, 2010

If I Were A Poet

I would live in Vermont

I would wake early and gather my muse

Like the mist over the green hills

I would learn to like strong coffee

And turtle-necked sweaters

I would have an old Basset hound

That would lay next to the porch swing

Where I would write something melancholy

And profound

That would allow me to do it all again


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