Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Your Daisy
And there's just two times a day like this,
You find this kind of blissfulness,
The sun it sets and rises in the morn,
And we're shakin' hands; I rub my eyes,
Free of all my alibis,
Just a blinkin' like the day that I was born.
1968, Turnpike Troubadours, 2011
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