I called dear C that day, yer know? She didn’t call me back …

And so it’s time to move on.

And the song in my heart rings poor.

Like broken sell;

The patter of commercial bell.

The rang and sang 

And son lost long.

And it’s getting so close 

To the rose and rise

Of wronged out times

When slates no more

Can be scratched clean.





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