2.12.2012

Hung to dry


I got your back
Whatever it takes

That pretty girl is a slow moving stream
This is where I’m from
I ain’t worth a lick
I feel the sunshine on my neck
It sure feels fine

There is a piece of my heart
That knows my name
I rock against the wind
In the pouring rain
Wake from a dream
Laughing at the stain
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3 comments:

  1. mythopolis16:58

    I rock against the wind
    In the pouring rain
    Wake from a dream
    Laughing at the stain

    That is a poem all by itself!

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  2. Unknown17:21

    I love this poem. I have been shuffling, and reading my way randomly through your blog.

    I am a new follower.

    Please read what I am writing @
    http://crowlanguage.blogspot.com/

    Give me some brutally honest constructive criticism?

    Best Regards,
    Joseph F.

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  3. temporal rooms18:20

    joseph - thank you for having a look here.
    you ask something from me that i can not give though. who am i to
    say such things joesph really. i have read one of your pieces already
    and left a comment. i will continue to read. we all get to learn.

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