and the she wolf howls at the moon
trying to eloquate her dismal solitude
but, hey, it comes out wrong
as, I've got you babe
her silent companion
reflectin light, purple, across the canyon
and it's nice enough to make a she wolf weep
but she don't weep
sure as Charlie don't surf
and it gets to the point in the evening where Johnny Mac can't remember his fave song
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