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a little bit o gold in blue (for good buddy Bert)
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a little bit o gold in blue (for good buddy Bert) |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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a little bit o gold is blue shiny shoes to hide the holes keep 'em planted on the ground cushioned by the daily news nonchalance to hide the shame waiting for a paper sole catch the latch before it clicks a grin and shrug "ain't got no change" the stranger, he don't know my name and no, he won't remember face he'd have to look me in the eye but they're all quick to look away like I should be quarantined-- contagious with a lack of green "a little bit o gold is blue..." mama knew the trick of starch a touch of crisp to pleat a suit that other one that daddy left-- he wore the good one to his grave. Mama had to paint his name (that rock of his ain't paid for yet) but his place is always kept plastic flowers--they stay fresh-- Mama chose that linen suit she said it would wear nice in Hell... I had a job soon after that collecting for the books-- until I paid off Daddy's debt and caught a beatin' by the crew-- guess I got busted by the spread of points made by that underdog-- yanno it never could be me makin' love to Lady Luck (a little bit o gold is blue) The only thing I got is screwed... I guess I'll take a walk downtown and watch the buses passin' by sometimes the ladies toss their lunch all neat, there in the paper bag... I hope I get my favorite bench it's nice there shaded by the tree I'll take some time and read the ads I just might find somethin' for me-- a place behind a shiny desk-- keepin' books for them that know the worth of my experience... yeah, that pie will be mine too... and I could buy a real fine suit-- a thread of gold in navy blue-- I'd take the ladies out to lunch and have myself a smooth man's crib, and mama's ash could turn to dust like the lady that she is 'cause she told me, she cain't die-- we live on in Jesus Christ, and my mama didn't lie, that woman had real class... And since today is lookin' fine I think I'll walk, enjoy the view, and you know I'll pay you back when that ship o mine comes through I'll remember all my friends and you'll be proud of me, you'll see. A little bit o gold in blue... a bit of change o destiny... [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (04-28-2003 05:17 PM).] |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Lordy, lordy, LORDY, but you got somethin' goin on. T'is a Blues ballad, witch ~yeti |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
chuckle...wranx? blame it on bri... he sent me a little tune last night-- Call Him By His Name--The Word--  got me to remembering...  and special thanks to Bri (you knew I'd love it)  |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I sure have led a sheltered life... very impressive Karen hugs M |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I do believe Bert would be proud that his blues just turned to gold... Hello, Midas...  |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
you are a breathing encyclopedia of people you see with a weaver's eye you are Amazing Karen as is this ... we are blessed by your memory your memory will bless US love you, lady |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
oh you... and I have horseradish on m'breath.... not bad with a menthol and whiskey... kisssssssssssssssme? grin. |
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