Lawrence Hall
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                          A Fugitive in His Haunted Night

A police car parked in front of the house
They say there’s a fugitive in the woods
Bailed out of his truck on a county road
Abandoning his girlfriend to be nabbed

Well, poor man, he’s lost his truck and his girl
And gained mosquitoes, snakes, coyotes, heat
A fading MePhone signal, rain, rot, mud
And another three years in a white cotton suit

Why?

Perhaps, like many another poor soul
He lost his way while searching for elusive Truth