little Charito, please come home. miss you so, down past the border, riding a burro, singing a song….
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leave troubles behind, smile…..
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graveyard boots, worn, torn, like my soul. cloak around my back, to many years old. this hat from where only God would know. deceiving masquerading clothes conceal lost dignity……
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lovely Sunday, just Ezra and me….
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loudness escaped, bright flashing lights annoy me. feeling bad, facts true. i wouldn’t have a clue. passing years, prove it’s true…….
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circling sideways. shifting, swirling. no relief. i know i’ll never get over you. this devil bewildered me, dancing along, amusing nonsense, down by the river. smiling anyways, not impressed. he is nothing, worth anything, anyways…
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faithful more than anything. she brings me a peace, beyond any fear……
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just feels right, friday night 🌙 escaping reality…..
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riding the tracks, hobnail boots clicking, crooked smile. miles rolling, like his life, everything left behind………
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i see it clearly, keeping my mouth shut. these days it’s not popular to say, point of view, ignored. insanity reigns, nonsensical nonsense sheep wallowing around, believing anything………..
