I always wonder what'd be like to be married to Bob Dylan.
When he was younger, and changing the world a lot.
I wonder what he'd say, when we got up and ate breakfast. Or when we'd look through the mail. I wonder if he wouldn't speak to me at all, and if we'd hate each other.
If he'd write songs about me. If he would keep a fishtank.
I just wonder what it would be like for the woman that was married to him. I need to read his biography I think.
That's what's next in knowing.
Monday, December 25, 2006
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