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It looks like this
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Cross Bucked
And wrapped up.
It has me
Where / I Live.
No Excape
From it.
The Door
That I look at.
The corral
They put me in.
Caged like I am
Still breathing
The Free Air
Until
They tell me
Something different.
I can't afford to live
In a country
Once so free.
(No beginning
In --------------------------------------- Out
And no end )
To what I want
I do Believe
Just o'er
That Rainbow
There be a pot of gold.
No sirens
But the one's you hear
When she sings
To your soul.
You answer
Cuz you want too.
Freedom is her name.
Where she leads
You have to follow
Before
The CrossBuck Door.
KS
My Countries Lifespan
And mine.
Wild Mustangs.
Native Blood.
In the Washington machine.
Dreams aplenty
In Rainbow Eyes.
How can they ever
Become
Clean?
SSmoothie is right
About " The Good Stuff ".
Like that Country song.
Imagine That....
A Country Song
In a Country such as this.
KS
A very enriching write
A very enriching write despite the poor content ;) see what I did there? Lol! Well done! The Good stuff! HugSS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanks Smoothes
I am still trying to think
How to explain it.
But it is poetry.
The lyrics of the unexplainable.
I will leave it at that.
KS