Tag: Rolling Stones

• Room # 8

  There was an old man, kind and wise with age And he read me just like a book and he never missed a page And I loved him like my father and I loved him like my friend And, I knew his time would shortly come but I did not know just when… –Gram Parsons…

  patrickjegan

  February 20, 2016

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