Storms Abound.
Chasing me around,
strum, tweedledee
and waltz me me like a clown,
stranded in Summer's lea.
I've lost that bitter edge
I'm pounding with a sledge,
I've hidden underneath the ledge.
Gray, rock strewn, shallow
I'm not that other fellow.
I'm a ragged bum,
now strum,
tweedledum.
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Written July 31st, 2003
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oh i wrote an alice poem today..soooo much to go on there isn't it true? alice and the rabbit are in love..highly unlikely in the real world (well the real world of alice) but great for poeming. (swing..hey lute, next time i come over, would you mind if i brought one of my extra porch swing cushions?) you are a rock dude rock dudes supposed to be ragged...at least that is what lisa the rock girl thinks...
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frustration oozing down the page, another disappointment, another brick put in the wall built to keep all the elements away.. if they only knew what they were missing.
~ becky
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you were mad....
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lol....really it's like that really confusing but good nice work.
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~~~Val
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Happy read. Good work sire. I really enjoy the way you write!
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as the young people around here would say "you rawk" :-)
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Play on McDuff play on,
and who would the mirror swear was there
Tweedledum or tweedledee?
Well thats my suntan done.
Jules. -
Play me your tune, Guitarist, and I will know you. Play me your tune Strum me your angst; your love; your screams ... find your harmony within my dreams ...
Myra -
Reads like a lymric...interesting read..made me smile.
Red
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