Believe me For years and years traveling
lose
Play (now in plastic silence)
My voice hoarse and my calf heel
My friend talks about death and another of poems and songs Seattle
A candlelight with drugs that warm the heart and lungs
.
And now that I'm not a father
And love that never was
now flowing through your veins
It makes me just a father.
Now is the time to climb
Now is the time to get travel
For years and years I choose
Now, my son, are chosen!
Now, my son, are chosen
And the wine has nothing to do.
§ § §
NP &
Amantea (Please read this poem listening to "Where Did You Sleep Last Night" / unplugged /)
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