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Tag Archives: John Prine
Reunion
What did you expect here in the space above my name? The golden boy you never thought I was? Redemption for some lost and lonely cause? Guess you’re right to wonder about who and what’s to blame From nothing, a … Continue reading
The Divorce
Just leave me here, would you? We all die alone. There’s no one to call and no movies been shown. It’s all sentimental, that crap, anyway; so just leave me here and move away. Just leave me here, would you; … Continue reading
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Tagged disappointment, divorce, failure, John Prine, regrets, relationships, Tom T. Hall
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