thunder misty
whisky moonlight
slow dancing liars
rainbows on the rocks
Retribute
She rode the tracks
From San Francisco to Old EP
Reluctant went the while beside him.
She damned him and damned me,
And lo when came the final station
Twas her most damned of all.
Quiet
They buried him this day
And tomorrow was in the past
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Pastime
At least he is one will know the dawn
Unlike hapless dreamers retire ere come the moon.
He serves up another helping of his baseball
While Jane slumbers, worn tested of the day.
Him solitary posts indifferent sentry to her dreams,
Restless, yearning, weighs was it her intended,
Or would the night stay longer if ’twas Mary first
He held ‘midst golden daisies bloomed in meadow’s lush?
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