A rough draft.

Of a song. That is my song. And is a song that will be played a week from tonight in Norfolk in front of people who will probably think that it is too clever. Because it is that. Clever. At least in the last minute or 90 seconds or so. But I do not know if it is good. So you can decide.

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Also, I am extremely unfond of Blogger's new "features," which...ugh, I'm just too tired now to complain about it. Perhaps tomorrow.