another~

isn't it strange
How we move our lives for another day
Like skipping a beat
What if a great wave should
wash us all away
Just thinking out loud
don't mean to dwell on this dying thing
But looking at blood
it's alive right now
Deep and sweet within
Pouring through our veins
intoxicate moving wine to tears
Drinking it deep
Then an evening spent dancing
it's you and me

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If you won't listen to reason, there's always... Towanda!... Kathy Bates~Fried Green Tomatoes