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Hammond Eyes/And The Men Who Love Them
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Hammond Eyes/And The Men Who Love Them |
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CrazyHorse Junior Member
since 2008-08-23
Posts 31New-Brunswick, Canada |
this is a continuation of another poem by the name of Hammond Eyes,but because of a foul word in the latter poem, it had to be posted in "Insight",hehe... ------------------------------------------------- I want to see her laying breathless The fat moon's glow coloring each strand of hair I want to see these things tainted on me But I know it ain't polite to stare Come, smokescreen mirror Give me something I can use I'm tired of sitting cross-legged, wondering Why you can't get something without feeling abused I'd like to keep each stranded needle Fallen off love's cactus stack An' sow each word with meaning Without ever having to look back There's a golden morning somewhere Somewhere there's a golden morn' Just 'cause a man's life's been stolen Doesn't mean he's ever been born An' through the mountains he'll go searching For the life he's just jotted down An' he knows it may take forever To know you can't trust what you never doubt |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
excellent the first 2 lines stopped me cold |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
and he knows it may take forever to catch the naked clown. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I enjoy how you create descriptions and have to go find your other poem now. Alison |
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