Dreams are much like stepping-ston… That you’re placing on muddy groun… Be sure your foothold is secure Before you lay the next one down.
Let’s have a taste of the whiskey Let’s have a taste of the Ale Let’s have a taste of a Lass’s li… Before we set to sail ————————————————————-
Gone are the women with buttons an… Bright feathered hats and covered-… Long dresses, with flair, that spr… All tucked in that basket where Y… Gone are the Top-Hats, Gold-watc…
The Skylight’s Pink. There’s a H… In the mist and the morning shadow… Love and life, like a sculptures k… Has carved a world of sorrows. Grieving Blue, if all you knew
The hourglass turns Yet the candle still burns And the heart quietly yearns In the body near the fireplace On a cold and quiet night.
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The morning’s Sun peaks From behind black faced skylines That wait to be seen. Then the Rooster crows In hopes of waking others
I think it was just before Winter When the change took her away. Yes— I think it was then, not sur… That Fall left the forest, to sta… She stepped from the trees for a m…
“Call It Stormy Monday” Down on “Jericho Road” But they say, "“I got a Secret”, And it’s a “Comfort to the soul”.… The “Big Boss Man” plays the “Bl…
Rising above the hillsides Was the moon that is know as Blue And the Raven’s shadow spread Across gravestones, two by two. The graveyard trees had nary a lea…
I was told, “Get the smallest pla… In the most expensive neighborhood… I saw the advantage in doing that And decided that was good. Then they said, “Be on level grou…
The Dittle-dots Construct their plots While the Rotten Randy’s Enlarge their lies. They all take hold
She said that she had walked among… But I see no flowers in the field… She said that she had heard a Rob… But I’ve never see a Robin on thi… She said that Aunty Lou had come…
Grandma has a washtub And she calls it Belly-Round, It’s extra thick, galvanized, And it’s never let her down. Sometimes it’s a stool
In the deep-blue chill of morning Along the shallow bays of time Came the Spirit of the Yesterday With its haunting, melancholy, rhy… It flows upon Remembrance Shore