The Good Ole Days
For an aged brother, RIP.
His good ole days are still to be,
In football heaven, in eternity,
Looks at the face of the universe, does he,
He rewound his music, so country,
He got them all back, you see,
His wife, his old dog, his car, no needs,
Pray his good ole days are still to be.....
Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2021
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