Paul Butterfield Blues Band
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Lauren, a ginger disaster.
https://youtu.be/8l5twcFiYd0?si=9e-8fwWPu9YOULkh https://youtu.be/bHszbIHfkGM?si=N4gxA29Xs_gjwHcU https://youtu.be/7AbospKwmf8?si=wACe_6rGsb0t0zh8 Catherine Tate in so many personae.
Spencer always the boss; Borgnine often the bad.
Out of town guy Absorbs trouble Like a sponge. Doesn’t go looking Just shows up. Every feature film The poor guy is Either stranger Or harmonica player. Getting rough treatment. Or fatality. With western campfire My Mom observing TV would blurt out Please oh please Put down that mouth organ Young fellow You should know better.
Kite runs free. Gopher Field.
We know this field Back of the Campus. Our kids have named it Gopher Field. Summer climes. Time on their hands. Mom and the two would venture. And from the rise at the south Their creation could be launched. With little running. Coaxing. Westerly Wind said Oh, you wish? Gophers erect and cheering With glistening eyes. Inches from each hole. Edgy always by instinct. The flight denying the Earth Filled with mirth. And jerking of times At heights sublime.
