The Bones RollingA Poem by James K. BlaylockThe Bones Rolling
going out, into the world every single day,
and with the weight of a million years, bearing down ever so deeply into our tender-milky-flesh...
wasting the days away, with sinful desires of total control and ungodly wealth;
no one knows the cost, truly; but our souls know the sound of the bones rolling
2-28-08
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3 Reviews Added on February 28, 2008 Last Updated on February 28, 2008 AuthorJames K. BlaylockTyler, TXAboutHi, I'm James K. Blaylock and I'm a poet/writer. I'm 39, and I live in Texas. I was born and raised here. I have been writing now for 13 years and I've been blessed to be published a number of times. .. more..Writing
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