All the snow has turned to water
Christmas day has come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that's left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawnshops
For they always bring me tears
Can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhood souvenirs
Lyrics to John Prine's "Souvenirs"
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Tip of the cap to John Prine
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