EsotericA Poem by Jeremy CooneyA new song, under a working title.From snows to the sands I fly Many a vagabond I pass-by With serious faces, More serious frowns Painted and solid Like cilivized clowns While Danny-Boy scoffs And preaches the round I sit and I smile and sing Greg sang to the spring I heard I barked like a dog She purred The grass we did lay in Just “Poet Gamin’” And Gracie we’re flyin’ No way that we’re dyin’ One, two, three, one, two Come, come nay, speak true Ophelia bounded in blue Ye-diddle-yiddle-dee Yiddle-diddle-dee Yiddle-diddle dee dee dee x2 Anathema strung With care Algol lies blinking Beware Jaguar’s jaded and Shrouded in silver Khepera shedding his Arrow and quiver The sun it doth rise New life drawing nearer Ta’lap crouches low In the west and appears To be sinking into the sea Ye-diddle-yiddle-dee Yiddle-diddle-dee Yiddle-diddle dee dee dee x2 © 2009 Jeremy CooneyReviews
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1 Review Added on March 25, 2009 AuthorJeremy CooneyPhoenix, AZAboutYou can listen to the songs that I have currently posted at www.myspace.com/jcxsuperstarx. I also am cheif editor on a webisode series that is currently airing it's first episode on Veoh! at the addre.. more..Writing
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