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Robert Hayes

The Hitch Hiker’s LamentBeer and scrambled eggs; and back on the road To Mayfield; No matter the weather I want to get back to Mayfield: Jackroll left me flat on my back, His asshole was bigger than his heart; I want back to Mayfield My thumb is out as I face the other way I walk; At this early light my feet are beginning to sing: He would rub them after a gig, we’d settle For some cigs Get high on the pot we had left over And make love over and over; I want to get back to Mayfield! There I’d be back with Lucy Her breasts are larger than two basketballs, But in better shape. I’ll strip down to get to Mayfield; Show them what I have - Lucy liked that: But no takers, must be Quakers on this highway, The club last night was jaded; I sang till my throat was grated: I feel the wind change Mayfield is high on the range: Swallow me darkness smother me Lucy I am back!

AJB

Great little video, she is lovely

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