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all that is forgotten
For everything that is forgotten
there is that one memmory
that lingers
on that page or written in ozone layer
the woman named Shannon
such a sweet sensuous name
Words and sentences haunt your sleep
troubled signposts lay deep
in sub-conscious
blinded confusion
of Jehovas witness
blood transfusion
April darling warm my car
i need to venture out in the world
to get supplies
to keep us
warm
and
safe
in
our mountain hideaway
dont slide away from me
while i'm gone
jackaroo this cajun homestead split
that makes poor lovey spit
playing 45s day in
day out
revolving on turntable
same time
every day
mamma sky is
a blue sour cud
today when it dont rain
n your not in pain
from warpies
who come
on piledrive visit
make em wait
thats what this old boy says
you goddam titan
with your chrome bumper
and flashy ways
fish n crays
shine thru
from
envelope
of
cool
crisp shroud
only a cloud
and they will never be like you
with their city ways
commercialism they have drunk from the pump
they will never change
so jusr rearrange those flowers
for their visit
play the mandolin
remind them of days past
when you wernet
running last
and all your spelling mistakes
were
left
in
on
purpose
now do you believe Shannon and me
there is that one memmory
that lingers
on that page or written in ozone layer
the woman named Shannon
such a sweet sensuous name
Words and sentences haunt your sleep
troubled signposts lay deep
in sub-conscious
blinded confusion
of Jehovas witness
blood transfusion
April darling warm my car
i need to venture out in the world
to get supplies
to keep us
warm
and
safe
in
our mountain hideaway
dont slide away from me
while i'm gone
jackaroo this cajun homestead split
that makes poor lovey spit
playing 45s day in
day out
revolving on turntable
same time
every day
mamma sky is
a blue sour cud
today when it dont rain
n your not in pain
from warpies
who come
on piledrive visit
make em wait
thats what this old boy says
you goddam titan
with your chrome bumper
and flashy ways
fish n crays
shine thru
from
envelope
of
cool
crisp shroud
only a cloud
and they will never be like you
with their city ways
commercialism they have drunk from the pump
they will never change
so jusr rearrange those flowers
for their visit
play the mandolin
remind them of days past
when you wernet
running last
and all your spelling mistakes
were
left
in
on
purpose
now do you believe Shannon and me
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