Johnny Cash. Oh she keeps me off the streets.

[oneighty]

Oh she keeps me off the streets

And she keeps me out of trouble

But sometimes at night when I hear the wind

I wish I was crazy again.

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The wind last night got me to thinking crazy stuff.

Powerful freezing winds are are moving across the roof and the rain gutters and the down spouts making sounds of voices far away, sometimes soft and friendly, other times harsh and demanding.

Calling out to me.

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[JitterbugPerfume]

1. oneighty

you have a poets soul

[oneighty]

2. Well thank you

JitterbugPerfume.

Beware the horned God with the cloven hooves and the overpowering stench which requires a very special deodorant.

His music can be seductive too I understand.

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