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Apr 2013
In the cold distance

words of pleasure
words of lust
turn the soul unto dust

thoughts of kindness
thoughts so sweet
bow thee now before thy feet

for the tower is watched by heavens princes
for lovers who come and go
and there are many here amongst us
who plain and simply cannot know

dreams of splendor
dreams so vast
all the precious time has passed

too much confusion
time is the thief
searching now for some relief

the code you speak of is hidden away
you make seek but will not find
we lay our weary heads to rest
try to untangle our troubled mind

in the cold distance
too far to see
explanations of our misery

the wildcat's howl
the solar wind growl
our world remains a mystery

Gomer LePoet....
I heard Jimi speaking to me!
David Nelson
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David Nelson  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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