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MANY MOONS AGO
I used to stroll down the street
One hand in my pocket
Keeping guard over dimes
And a stick of cigarette
In the other
That was so many moons ago
When I started out on this journey
Now I look at my brow
Focusing on the wrinkles
And the uninvited grey hair
How I wish I never had that pride
As I gaze far into the horizon
Framed by the grey smoke from the cigarette
Damn, this is where it all began
Many moons ago!
One hand in my pocket
Keeping guard over dimes
And a stick of cigarette
In the other
That was so many moons ago
When I started out on this journey
Now I look at my brow
Focusing on the wrinkles
And the uninvited grey hair
How I wish I never had that pride
As I gaze far into the horizon
Framed by the grey smoke from the cigarette
Damn, this is where it all began
Many moons ago!
Published 22nd Feb 2012
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