(soak up some) lazy days

Oldtimes days left alone Waxahachie nights tent-living the days that went by and I hardly noticed but loved loved loved so dearly the morning dew beneath my feet, the sound of laughter from the gut, being awakened by the light of day, (faster than the speed of) sound comes out and did then too just different and posing in different ways, laying in the grass smiling through simon and garfunkle and bob marley (easy days, lazy days) so free so terribly free�

2004-07-16 | 8:31 a.m.
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