I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook A real live lover, could have been a book. I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock. I could be Here and now I would be, I should be But how? I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first.
I could have been your pillar, could have been your door I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more. Could have been your statue, could have been your friend, A whole long lifetime could have been the end. I could be yours so true I would be, I should be through and through I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first.
I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute A real live giver, could have been a boot. I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock. I could be even here I would be, I should be so near I could have been One of these things first I could have been One of these things first.
Mountain soap operas
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visio...
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I'm so over food. I mean, what is it with this stuff? Is it really
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JUANITA'S WILD ANIMAL PASSION
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I'm straining the coffee grinds through my teeth, the ceiling fans whirring
like upside down helicopters, when the Indo man enters the cafe and greets
me l...
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