2014/09/10

Down by the River

Down by the river
Where secrets are told and cigarettes are flicked
And the man with the ginger beard plays saxophone under the bridge
I go there often
To watch the river flow
To watch the people pass by
To watch the birds fly
To watch the ginger beard of the saxophone man grow


Zak Parsons (UK)

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