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 Jun 2013 Tallulah
Bob Dylan
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
    I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
    Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
    In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

    Hey, Mr.Tambourine Man, etc.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

    Hey, Mr.Tambourine Man, etc.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,

It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seeing' that he's chasing

    Hey, Mr.Tambourine Man, etc.
 Jun 2013 Tallulah
Jared Eli
I used to think that maybe you were all I'd ever need
I thought of you as only mine; a product of my greed
But you aren't mine, and never were, and that is just a fact
This phantom-fake relationship, was it just an act?

So tell me truly, gorgeous one, when did love leave you?
Tell me when that winged ***** stopped by to bid adieu
His arrow's deep inside my chest, but you don't have a scratch
I've got a seeping puncture wound, without a stable patch
Honored Few

With a rifle on their shoulder
They march for you and me
Allowing us to live our life
In this land that we call free

They wear the flag with honor
Protecting one and all
They choose the life of knowing
That not all will come back home

They fight when they are needed
Stand straight, tall and strong
Giving all they have by choice
They answer to the call

Some have died for freedom
In lands far away
We thank you for the service
And we honor you today



Carl Joseph Roberts**  
May 2013
There are no words that can express my true gratitude.  So from me, just one American, to all service members both past and present I want to say Thank You. Thank you so much for the freedom that you allow each of us to have.
 Apr 2013 Tallulah
Kayla Pierce
I still find
pieces of

You

products in the bathroom
sweaters in the closet
writing on paper
and as much
as they are

You

they are not

You

rather tidbits of a life

You

once had
now abandon
eventually to be lost
or thrown away.
Now

You

in your new life
are  replacing them
with different
versions and variations
of the same
but not THE same
things.
But this is life
and is expected
and is exciting

for

You
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