
I finished this one alone in the house and maudlin last Christmas with a bottle of Jim Beam and The Lonesome Crowded West on repeat.
I'm so glad I'm not young anymore. Each year is better than the last.
I'm so glad I'm not young anymore. Each year is better than the last.
Category Poetry / Human
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