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12 beats upon the Rythmn
in a rope-a-dope style
erstwhile child of God Lyrical Miracle Mile
Eyes of mine see Horizons
witnessed Like a Jehovahs Witness
sitting in a pew made for movement
Doing Gods work behind the wheel
steel radial player tho'
make you look at collar rank
This was inspired by my heredity; The eagle represents America, and the Bear, Russia.
A 'love and lost' song, not the typical one, but a love and lost song none the less.
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By Terry Collett
Mona sits dressing in the gym changing room after PE. Lisa watches, her eyes on the white foot before the sock covers. Fine fingers, thin and delicate; how they pull over the white ankle sock. A glimpse of thigh, brief in passing.
Short Story | Updated May 31, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2