waking half-drunk in a strange pad
making it out to the cool gray
san francisco dawn –
white gulls over white houses,
fog down the bay,
tamalpais a fresh green hill in the new sun,
driving across the bridge in a beat old car
to work.
waking half-drunk in a strange pad
making it out to the cool gray
san francisco dawn –
white gulls over white houses,
fog down the bay,
tamalpais a fresh green hill in the new sun,
driving across the bridge in a beat old car
to work.
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