a twist in the tale.... My sister Mary calls on me Very rare she comes around She tells me she is in love with this guy Who lives on the other side of town Wide eyed, loud and gushing She tells me his name is Danny McCrew Over coffee…

Helplessly But then sometimes in the colorless light of a hazy windy moonlit night, the feeling haunts you like you've known that you would always be alone. But then sometimes in the sparkling sun, you think of things you should have done…

There's a story behind this that's uninteresting to anyone but me. A short version is that my old, broken guitar (made semi-immortal with duct tape and instrumental willpower) needed to play this Dylan song before it is laid to rest.

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The only thing I've ever bounced from Reaper.

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