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  Posted: September 8, 2017      Views: 26

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I am now retired from the job that pays the bills.

In the world so much to grasp, trust, love, and soul.

Here at this site, you will find my soul; given in bits and pieces.

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"Driving home" by Walter L. Jones
of the Winds in the shallows all the Dying Breed you can find all the sea of yesterday for here it is that we move into the life that gives you holiday and the sun comes up and sees away the memories of y'all yesterday but you're still here and wipe the to you of a city that has little holes the south side and the north side with cruelty it's a strange sea Miranda time we held as closes a memory that is the holes of things to come and doing the church to you I recall the words that I had installed intensity the queen she looks down on me open the watch the windows it goes by my old man. With a bottle clean and a few of the label from the top and let my heart begin to suck or I know well the sound of the church down and as I knew when free and hope some God I get away Evansville count the quarters on when I see the day is gone I reached out for one last song I've got to say God passes me and recorder halfway there and I should with all of those and see me and wonder what it is and I cannot recall the Shadows on the wall or life it is what it is into your drops are what they do you and your sleep talk to me I wanted all the days go by and wonder who and what am I just a memory to those who ride with me no Saddles loves to recall the candlelight the sounds of all those still touch me for all that losses and long they sing with me in this sea we recall life and death
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