"Now I hold her hand
In the back of my mind
Dancing in the Fields
Of gold Tress as she undresses..."Second Chances "You get a second chance to live A second chance to die A second chance to try to fall in love A second chance to change the choice you made..."A Poet Sits "a poet sits on a bench and he writes his poem watch me grab my patterns of thought in permanent ink on slabs of bark a train riding through the middle of your mind..."|
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