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Red Eyed Buckeyed Guy
He came from Ohio, on a dark and rainy night!
To search for someone, to light up his life.
He walked to the bar, eyes gleaming at me!
Ordered shots of whisky, 1, 2, and 3.
I back off 10 feet; his hands shook and quaked!
He called for more, as I poured number 4.
He asked about a lady, a girl named Rose.
Who had a tattoo, so many Who knows!
He said she's from Texas, eyes blue as the sky.
The way he looked, I didn't ask why!
Black hat and coat, with boots to match.
Long hair and beard, he needed a bath!
His eyes were red, had that certain glare.
My spine shivered, I didn't stare.
His coat had patches, I knew quite well!
He was a Soldier of the 80's, who went through Hell!
I poured the last shot as he headed for the door.
I remember that guy, when a Harley engine roars!
William J. Roney III
Copyright (C) 2002
