The Man With the Dog
A crooked little manWith a crooked injured soul
Is it just you're lost in time
And feel nowhere else to go?
Thoughts of stories raging
As the years do take their toll.
Do you hear me whisper friendship
Are you running till your gone?
Weeding through the troubled past
Is not for friend or foe
But it is a twist and turn
In the reality we know.
8-18-09
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