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    dwell

    darkness dwells inside anger tremblesa lull in my speech means I am thinkingdevouring the light which shinesshrinking psychedelic thinkingstrobes of misery spinmy thoughts expandwith ideas of hurt to recallmy mind looks at the worldgood with fangs and clawsthe dark...

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    A Blossom Fell

    Under the slumping shoulders of the cafe's awningI watched tiny rain circles loosely burst in puddleson the ground whilemy hair lightly waved fromSeptember's weary winds.Nat King Cole sang softly"A Blossom Fell,"on small hanging speakers when she strolled byquickly catching...

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    Some Call it Kismet

    Guttering flames of her red dress  blazed into the hours after midnight,  where she danced on the furthest table    She could have been the train window girl  who peeled me from the platform  placed her ticket in the pocket astride my heart,  our destination was...

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    Day And Night in the Hot South

    Day And Night in the Hot South     A strange scent, like vanilla transports us to an exotic land where birds of paradise warble and the whippoorwill sings a lonely song.     In the muscadine wine dusk, we two souls sit...

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    • You’re such an excellent writer, John. There are so many rich lines that flow in this and I love the culture that emanates from it. In my mind I can hear “South City Midnight Lady,” from the Doobie Brothers.

      Great story!

      • Deep gratitude Tim. I very much appreciate your thoughts on this tale of mine. Really made my night. Love that you appreciated the culture emanating here. The scenes are the real place of my boyhood. Love that this reminded you of that song. Thank you so much.

        John

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    I found a sun down there;And there was a moon;They called it that way;Moon;There was a sky;Some bright spotsThat shone especially in the night;I found trees;Trees couldn’t move;And then there were other objectsThat just like me, moved;They had limbsAnd...

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