it is best to write a song, which is what trish and i did today. it's about iowa and love. We place our weary handsIn the fields that we workAnd toss heaps of earthTo protect our fragile heartsAnd we dig, we dig, and we digIn Iowa.We drove from Rochester to CropseyvilleJust to see you my dear.Will you harvest my heart,My sad and lonely heart,My little Iowa sweet.We may act a little shyWhen we look in your eyesBut don't be confusedWe were once made out of strawAnd we swayed, we swayed, and we swayedDown in Iowa.We drove from Rochester to CropseyvilleJust...
Sunday, 5 July 2009
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