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The Town ~
A town wrapped in barbed wire
and bailing twine
Where pie and coffee are every
old mans bad habit
And I lay still as the day goes on
let winter freeze my lips
This shall be where I die
bury me next to the cat
Under the butternut tree
and bailing twine
Where pie and coffee are every
old mans bad habit
And I lay still as the day goes on
let winter freeze my lips
This shall be where I die
bury me next to the cat
Under the butternut tree
Published 4th Jan 2016
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4th Jan 2016 9:07pm
4th Jan 2016 9:09pm
Tommie you have painted a beautiful picture of small town life and it pace. It seems peaceful and probably, at times, mind numbingly boring. I'd imagine there is plenty of hay there in which to roll :) Brava!
4th Jan 2016 11:25pm
Haha hay,stray cat's and junk car's. So boring! Thanks GW, always nice to hear from you. 😊
5th Jan 2016 1:28am
a town that needs fireworks to light up the night.
melancholy poem, Tommie...
melancholy poem, Tommie...
5th Jan 2016 2:36am
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