Dancin'
to the song
of a wild bird's tune
as they scavenge
amongst
the city's ruins
fire burns
with ravaged eyes
lonesome doves
echoes a mamma's cry
'in the sweet bye and bye
Lord
in the sweet bye and bye'
music makin'
with fiddle sticks
A bowing dog
practices wandering tricks
waitin' for his master
to come
one day, he'll be comin'
soon Lord
one day, he'll be comin'
soon...
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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