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Winter is cold here in the wetlands
Winter is colder when the heart is conflicted
Storms are violant and it rains here often
Storms in the hinterland are cruel in the making
Cold wind runs the gambit near the river that runs thru it
Cold wind is chilling in place of warm when closeness not encountered
Rain,times soft and lazy,off times runs thru flooded rodeways
Rain,unforgiving in frequency and runs deep in places unknowing
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Old enough to say what I want and need.Sweet old man with "miles to go before I sleep". Cured in aged sprits and smoked just right. "It's alright Ma,I'm only thinking". I love peace as having tried WAR. Equal oppertunity man so to speak. Also, ALL ART AND POETRY IS COVERED UNDER COPYRIGHT LAWS. All pieces created by artist/poet and owner of this "Blog Spot-BlackCoffee Jazz.
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- longjonblu
- Pecos, New Mexico, United States
- I am a Vietnam vet,father of 4,poet and damn fine person if I do say so myself. Well traveled but miles to travel before I sleep.
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