cowgirl sings the blues
she lives for the weekend--all week long this cowgirl sings the blues--working forty hours--never getting through---she longs for the neon nights--the arms of someone new--come friday night this cowgirl forgets the blues--she can't let a man inside her heart--it's where she keeps her pain--she dances the neon night on the arms of someone new --come friday night this cowgirl forgets the bluesIn science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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