Midwest Ramblin’
Church lady pies,
lounge in the back seat,
taunting me.
Church lady pies,
lounge in the back seat,
taunting me.
When it comes to a working man
his garage is biography…
She’s just a cat;
a fixture around the house.
She hung dead roses in my kitchen
I am from what was once called
The Paris of the Midwest.
Nugent called it the
Have humans always killed each other?