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His Shining
Handed down from unknown ages,
a secret locket carried from birth,
an inscribed angelic amulet
--barely noticeable, but
always with him
Its ancestral origin was unknown,
it dangled above the baby boy,
a spinning mobile before his wide eyes
watching and calling,
the boy cooed at it
and heard an ancient name then,
now, and to come
He rode his tricycle down a big hill,
a dump truck w...
Thursday 25th February 2021 1:54 am
Little Wing / Epidermis
Little Wing 1968
by Jimi Hendrix
Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It's alright she says it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
...Tuesday 1st October 2013 5:59 pm
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