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Water Grave
Feelin’ downcast, feelin’ down, staring empty at the groundEyelids drooping, face a frown, don’t want anyone aroundSilent now the youthful sounds, buried underneath the brownEarthen packing ‘round the crowns, clutching firm the ones who drowned. Frigid waters licking clean the wounds from all the years between likeHockey games for skating teens who spilled their blood…
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My Father-in-Law’s Eightieth Birthday Song
To the tune of Swipesy, by Scott Joplin Lyrics This is our birthday song for Jim nowIf someone loved music and he lived a really long time, tell me what would he do?If he liked the syncopation and the LOUD and the soft, tell me what would he do?He’d start on the piano when he…
