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May 2014
Rattle and roll
it's on the run,
Asks the neighbor's girls
what's gone for fun?

Reel, reel,
it's packing peace,
hangin' up the rifles
cattle's been gone,
rustler's muscle
now's shootin' craps,
please me evening
with a thunderclap.

Lookin' out my window
it's empty sanded,
from another view
handle's been handed,

Wind, wind,
******* away,
bring me river water
another day,
I'm hoppin' on in,
don't need no more,
water's turned black
but air's glowin blue,
gonna ride a train
away from here,
take me back tonight
so I can follow the deer.

Leavin' yellow flowers
for the ones who cried,
it's alright dear, it's alright,

They're takin' back the train
to be here tonight,
we'll be talkin' bout the party
like it's outta sight.
This poem is not to share, but to learn from. True love is not communicating mindfulness towards darkness, but rather forgoing talk of darkness altogether in lieu of joy for life, joy for all of which makes life. - 5/31/13

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Sean Fitzpatrick
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