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Someone told me Spiders are a good omen This morning A little brown spider Nervous Hurried across my wall So this will end well In spite of everything And I know you like the barefoot sound of thunder That any minute now will be dancing through the gutters I think of you Now an old man in a city somewhere How you’d never come with me Never trap nature behind a windowpane The trees are the backs of naked ghosts Receding into doorways of mountain shadows Somehow the trail you thought Would take you to a safe haven Led you down the street To some bar and quiet routines With a glass in your hand and an ear for Jazz thunder You know all the greats, The booms and beats of different clouds How every shade of grey is a melody And how in the city The puddles shine and the sky is paved So turning the world upside down Would change nothing.
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
Omen
Someone told me Spiders are a good omen This morning A little brown spider Nervous Hurried across my wall So this will end well In spite of everything And I know you like the barefoot sound of thunder That any minute now will be dancing through the gutters I think of you Now an old man in a city somewhere How you’d never come with me Never trap nature behind a windowpane The trees are the backs of naked ghosts Receding into doorways of mountain shadows Somehow the trail you thought Would take you to a safe haven Led you down the street To some bar and quiet routines With a glass in your hand and an ear for Jazz thunder You know all the greats, The booms and beats of different clouds How every shade of grey is a melody And how in the city The puddles shine and the sky is paved So turning the world upside down Would change nothing.
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Kokadrille
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
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