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Saturday, October 24, 2009


This cliche of my life
It's a tale of forever
That old sixth sense
And I march on again
Towards another day
As you swallow my pill
And we float away
There are times now again
It is still happening
Found my only true friend
And the blackbird sings
Take the nights as they come
Drifting into the black
Hearing your pounding drums
As it comes flooding back
Memories far and few
All those times thick and thin
Holding fast to my guns
Facing life once again
Forging on towards the light
Stare the world in the face
Taking days as they come
Putting me in my place

David L. Bowman