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can love nestle in those eyes
a jack-pot after barren years
or is she too good to be true
the focus of my usual fears?
steeping-stones above water
bulb straining at level loam
sun-rise parting mountains
iron boss on shield of Rome
a look is better than nothing
potent a moment's glance
river hot with fragile elvers
cold steel of knightly lance
turq...
Sunday 27th September 2020 11:18 am
HEY ALANIS
HEY ALANIS
Sing me a song of life and times together,
do me a guitar ballad of mesmerising heart strings
being pulled ever so delicately.
My end game here in this town of a quarter of a million,
to a city 28 times bigger. Got me a girl and a job
and a future down there, what my own home town failed
to give me, of how it failed me ever so bad.
Not due to my efforts...
Thursday 5th April 2018 8:19 am
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