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skirts and jeans
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Tuesday, 6th February 2007 @ 06:43:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Down a winding dirt road
To the right of the mailbox
Left of the highway
Going straight
Always forward
An old woman
Said to me
After congratulating me
On my vibrant aura
And me smiling faintly
Telling her what
Direction
She needed to be
She said she
Chose
Her direction
Long ago
She left it at that
Walked away
Leaving me to feel
The east wind
Consider the
Taste of my poetry
At the edge of its throat
I got high that night
And that old lady
Her yellow broken teeth
Her thin strands of old snow
Her desert stretched and browning skin
Stayed with me
Its funny the people you meet
The people you never get close to
The people you forget
The people who make you change
An old drunk cowboy
Told me Id
Rule the world
One day
The flies around him abbreviating
His Condition
His health
He said
Gave him a reason
To drink
A bum one day on a bench
Cried to god to die
And said to me
Go home, boy; live life
Stop being afraid
Another old man
Hailed from West Virginia
Would point at the girls and say
The fine art of life boy
Skirts and jeans
For a long time I didnt
Understand
It was laughter
He meant laughter
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iodinelove
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2007-02-06 18:43:23]
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Re: skirts and jeans
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by Fionndruinne on
Tuesday, 6th February 2007 @ 08:29:42 PM AEST
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Impressive. There is so much humanity to this, and emotions which we can identify with. Still more is this admirable for its laid-backness, so to speak; it says what it says without struggling. Something which, I'd imagine, did not come about without some struggles with pen, paper and thought, but the fruit is good indeed.
Well done.
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