A Snooks Eaglin kind of day (song).


Sometimes you try to go to a yoga class and it doesn’t work, and sometimes the poem you’re working on is about dead people, and sometimes the day is foggy, all on the same day, and also sometimes you are me, but not most of the time. Sing it to me, Snooks.

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