Sunday, October 26, 2008

#18

this is where i live
i won't be cut short
ringing in my ears when i
trot down the lane

how're you doing now
under cerulean skies
a whiffle ball bat
and a potato sack
a ragamuffin's best friend

simple pleasures
in the crook of a small town
there's no joy greater
than stargazing from where you're known

i'll make my own way
strident as i'll be
firing all your shots at once
a depleted soul you'll be




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