My beard bristles as the back of a boar,
As the boar, I come back for more
coffee,
Standing on the back porch in the spring sun,
My heart full of love and my head full of lead.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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Lead = worry, I assume.
ReplyDeleteLead would = dread, so yes, worry.
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