Holding these truths to be judged forever- the mark, the string, the skin and the vibration all set and aiming to please. This sister with her hands, and this brother with his knees. The slide is in the pocket and this neighbourhood is showing up more than than.
Our friends aren't here to help, but maybe that's the best help they could give. An old song is also best but sometimes too easy. "How else can we help you?", the brother said, and the sister replied "I don't know." The south is there and always will be. The north is home whether it's friendly or not.
Something is going to let us know that these are the good days to remember, after children take our place. But pride and happiness are always the same distance from our hands.
-Jack White
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