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Politics for Poets

Trust in yourself and be free!

Wake up!

go back to sleep!

dream of me

throughout the week.

if you're lonely

I'm here at home again

nothing to fear for

the sad song

you play

keeps repeating

Pick up that needle/on that old Victrolla/you play that song/like bad ebola/of sad things/gone by/best forgot/like a lie.//Forgot. Like a lie./forgot.

Aug 14, 2012

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

Life goes on.

Thank You Veterans!

~ OK Now.

 

   I'm neva gonna C U again
      I'm never going to turn
        and call you friend.
    I'm never going to see your face
      or your puntuil grace
          or hear words that do descend
       never do you speak the truth
          is it so aloof
    that you need living proof
          from me?

     I'm never going to see you again.
        I'm never going to walk with you again.
         You could never sing my praise
            or that Jesus saves
        yet you said you were my friend.
   How could you be so aloof
        and such a goof
     as if true love could end?
 
       I'm never going to see you again.
           I'm never going to talk to you again.
     I won't ever sing your praise
           when Jesus saves
    I hope He's saving you.
       Don't you even understand
     that want you plan
        might not ever be.

    She's got the face
       of an angel
     But angel's not your friend.
   She treats the truth
     just like a stranger
        stranger things have been.

       

 
        
  Wild life out side the car
     but a fox in the yard
    running scared his
   big ears 6 AM.
 one less bunny?