My pipe bowl is full of Irish cream
W.E.Whitmore is on the iPod and loud
I have the window down just enough
So the smoke doesn't form a cloud;
The cool air makes me feel clean
As it blows across the top of my head
And my mind is on Jesus
And why He raised me from the dead
Its a nice end to a mundane day
A great segue into a night with my son.
:)
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