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“Clues in the Mirror”

Times were those that I wiggled my toes
in the togetherness sands of a younger time
and I made my pitch that made me twitch
trying to form a more perfect rhyme.
 
But there was a riddle, deep in the middle,
and I was too young and selfish to see
that the riddle had clues to the walking-man-blues.
And the clues in a mirror said the riddle was me.
 
Well the witch is gone and others moved on,
two looking for Clover and the Fat-Cattle Farm,
and the walking-man-blues has worn-out my shoes,
But other than that ... it ain’t done me no harm.
 
So I say to you, those that are new,
don’t wiggle your toes in sand or shoes.
There is plenty of time to riddle those rhymes
And to make up lyrics for the walking-man-blues.
 
 
First grow you some clover, over and over,
On lots of acres. Can’t do you no harm!
Then get you some cattle, a horse and a saddle,
and be that guy with the Fat Cattle Farm.
 
D. Thurmond

(2013)

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