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Thursday, April 8, 2010

April 8, 2010

I hope this isn't miss-use of the sacred art of blogging, but I thought maybe one of my poems might soothe me as I sit in the corner and lick my wounds. I hopw my fan likes it.

I've been down some long dark
lonely roads
Where the only light came from
There have been times when I
didn't have a nickel,
And you always pull me
If bad luck was a blessing,
Hell, I'm blessed with the best.
And you know if you had any
Ya know you'd leave like all
the rest.
When I sell my soul for pennies
You always buy it back for me.
And it hasn't been a bed of roses
But you say we'll always be.
And you're someone I can
turn to,
I can always count on you.
You're the home I never had.
And, God, how I love you.

1 comment:

  1. You've just proved yet again, you can write - well.

    I trust you are working on your ms? If it means you have to trim the fat here and there - do it :)

    It may make it even better!