march 13th

My America presents • LC #1167 •
The dog in sunlight burnt a hole into the darkness of my soul. I cowered under fear of weather in a crowded supermarket. The man who wouldn't sell me a box of free matzah because it was seven sizes too small told me "good luck." I was gonna need all the luck in the world, but I still managed to write a dozen pop songs.

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