Woodgrain - Wilco

I’m not a poet

And I know it

There is no deep secret

Tossing inside me

I have no timing

I can’t form my feelings

Sometimes I rhyme

Sometimes I don’t

So go ahead, take a look at my kitchen

Take a look at the woodgrain there

What’s it for?

That hardwood floor

Is where I’m walkin' and thinkin'

Walkin' and thinkin'

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