Born of a Copper Miner.
Kwyjibo
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When I was a child, and the wind blew hard,
I walked sideways down the street,
hoping a tornado would lift me off my feet.
My father told me about an Irish town
where union workers toiled.
Six drinks down, the story spoiled.
My mother told me of a mythical city
Where the Virgin Mary looked down.
I found out later it was the same Irish town.
I prayed for something to take me away,
away from our house.
Away to Our Lady of the Rockies.
My mother heard my prayers,
and she sweetly swore she loved me.
She held me close and kissed me.
My father heard them too,
and he swore he wouldn't suffer me.
A bottle broke, and the bad ashes hit me.
The sun burned holes in my face.
The sun beat down on Our Lady of the Rockies.
I walked sideways down the street,
hoping a tornado would lift me off my feet.
My father told me about an Irish town
where union workers toiled.
Six drinks down, the story spoiled.
My mother told me of a mythical city
Where the Virgin Mary looked down.
I found out later it was the same Irish town.
I prayed for something to take me away,
away from our house.
Away to Our Lady of the Rockies.
My mother heard my prayers,
and she sweetly swore she loved me.
She held me close and kissed me.
My father heard them too,
and he swore he wouldn't suffer me.
A bottle broke, and the bad ashes hit me.
The sun burned holes in my face.
The sun beat down on Our Lady of the Rockies.
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
these lines are resonant with me, because I clutch my baby to me and shower him with sweet kisses