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I am numb From my teets To my toes So worried & young No more treats Till the whistle bell blows Im a cant Not a do So nothing But rant Fi..

his toes were too big to fit in a shoe he needed a rig and a semi truck too to carry his hoofs and his giant socks new he sat up on ..

Heat of street lamps on cold blacktop. A fog of white billows dancing their way lethargically out of underground sewers. Waves of Spring time insec..

Her hand shakes with a limp. Like it wants to go out dancing while shes at home playing cards. A moist tissue rubbing sweat from her brow. She's co..

Your orchestral fury is haunting my wake. Rippled chords blooming on my sad mistake. I am sorry

Rain falls like tears from Heaven. Blurring your face through misty windows. Slowing down, your wavy soul presses against my face. Through fog,..

When I was a kid I never wanted to leave The bathtub as it churgled And gurgled while it drained. My parents told me its was The Tidy Bowl Man ..

She was young So refined A song never sung & contract unsigned He was old & unstable So flippin cold & no longer able She drew little ..

Finding one’s misplaced hat can be as taxing as well, finding one’s misplaced hat. The easiest remedy in any misadventure is a survival gu..

A wedge salad. At a table with one of those nineteen 70's style orange tinted light fixtures hanging above, a wicker back chair with a mauve seat ..