No to this plastic chair
I want to join adventure
Sat on the grass
With stones in my ass
I listen to the magic
I cry in the moment
Feeling lifted
Feeling elated
The sky is overcast
But your sunlight burns through
Joined by curious guitar man
Twin sensory delights
In purest harmony
Fly high, dear birds
Your plumage and song is perfect
Never land or drop in the ocean
The horizon is your destiny
And ultimately infinity
Dedicated to Richard Charles Stevens and Guitar Man
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Sharon Unfiltered 
born dying no need to ask why
the tears ya cry
are merely saline solutions
you can hear it when frank reads from
scripture pure brogue
and in the know
lord love ya girlie!
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“The tears ya cry are mere saline solutions…” I love that!!!
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tears of allah. early in the morning about the break of day, a girl , now a woman woke to the reality of the rest of her life and on and on yeah
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