Tumble-weedsA Poem by Gregory DancerLidless eye as to a cloudless sky waiting forever for a cloud to cry diamond water we'll all be rich again till drought dries the water out again
we'll all be tumble-weeds we WILL all be tumble-weeds
Got me a cup as empty as my palm deep with air fill my lungs with despotic breath And I'll be king again till doubt dries me out again
we'll all be tumble-weeds we WILL all be tumble-weeds © 2011 Gregory Dancer |
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Added on June 20, 2011 Last Updated on June 20, 2011 AuthorGregory DancerUnited KingdomAboutI like to write.What, you want more? Well ok.I like to draw and write music too. My fav colour is red or blue,can never make my mind up. I like intermate conversations,walks in the park;wait a minute.. more..Writing
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