I’m battered and coarse and exhausted, my patience is a bleeding nostril hair. It’s cold and raining and my boat’s not sailing, I can’t fish and I need comfort, shelter from the storm, we’re out…
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I’m battered and coarse and exhausted, my patience is a bleeding nostril hair. It’s cold and raining and my boat’s not sailing, I can’t fish and I need comfort, shelter from the storm, we’re out…