Monday, December 12, 2011

Old Black Magic

This big ol' bed of mine ain't half bad.  I got it
ready for your coming.  Sheets is fresh and
pillows fluffed.  Come a little closer,
won't you, darling.  Anchors up and
moon is high, foreign lands are waiting.
Push us off, let shore fade fast, we is
goin' sailing. 

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