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Only (On My Third Cup)
1-17-17

Peninsula, our bower
Isthmus, our tower
Gulf of Mexico for power
Almost like the blues
You're a rogue and me yet another
Almost willing to gamble
In gathering up the killers
Standing by the pillars
Wearing a bloody crown
Cat hairs all over my new coat
A reason to take pride in it
Fan the flame and nurture the fire
Whisper my name in saying I am just a liar
Don't you see about the insurance of the poor
Good way to be
And no one at my door
Time to focus on what I need to thrive
Where did it come from
We emphatically inquire
But we will survive
O, could a swim duck?





Zerilli Girls
1-17-17

Doman comes lurching
Like the bird on the wire perching
Did I ever love you
Call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery
And another dance of victory not forsaken the love you had at first
Was it ever tested?
Just a little rain, I won't melt
Beyond the trees wither
Repentance not a negative
It's winter only seemingly forever
Yet all things seen are temporal
Fan the flame that is in you
I knew what was coming next
Not abandoning all hope
Tonight I will both manage and cope
I tend to be self critical about this....