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black clouds a'comin
black cloud a’comin
when I was a boy
I saw a cloud coming
towards our house
racing across the fields
black as my mama’s bible
would it become a twister
or simply bring rain and wind
I called mama and daddy
we rushed to the storm cellar
daddy brought his flashlight
mama brought her black bible
the storm did not become a
twister only rain an...
Friday 16th April 2021 1:03 am
Mistletoe In The Cellar
conceived in a cellar, of
a Tommy home on leave,
mother waving mistletoe,
shortly she would grieve
official dad inert upstairs
exempt due to his arches,
Tommy back to trenches
bullets or forced marches
killed in action in the mud
in my blood's a war hero,
official dad a profiteer,
moral fibre less than zero
the duality in mistletoe,
fertile of ...
Sunday 6th December 2020 11:31 am
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