Crawl
It’s so nice to see Nature so
kind to someone
You’ve stopped me dead in my tracks
No, this is not a line so please quit smiling
Tomorrow comes
Ring-a-ding
Rung-a-dung
Sailors sing
Soldiers crawl
And hippies areIn the San Franciscan ballroom of
all those yesterday’s
Fly
a kite
Drink in a seedy bar or two
W/ riches of grease,
Sugar, honey, pie
Bombs blessed by scared governments
We’re running into the sun
Without the appreciation for rain
Without remembrance of a gentle moon
Come today. Come today.
John Alan Conte` JR
p.m.
Feb. 27th ‘03
Pittsburgh
,
PA
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