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Random Kentucky
By Beau Reynolds

Pick pennies and I drown again, surf on the edge of a violin.
Peaceful practicalities which never come true, I miss that life that I once knew.
Born innocent and die wise, I was never told the secrets left to hide.
Broken limbs and woodpecker jubilees, I woke this morning to a cold breeze.
Take me back to the land smooth and true, where the drinks were strong and grass is blue.
I tell you that freedom is around the bin, if you only knew what freedom really meant.
A passage of time will appear when you will question yourself and all your fears.
Preach the faith so it be told, we always wanted something more to behold.
I left speechless if you can believe that to be true, I bid you farewell, The Random Dude.