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Late night at the den
Forlorn train horn blow, echo in the distance. Rumble by you steel monster and rock me to sleep...
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Blogs / rusty's blog / Late night at the den
Forlorn train horn blow, echo in the distance. Rumble by you steel monster and rock me to sleep...
Ah, Rusty, I can see the LSD was just starting to hit the blood stream when this blog was written. It's nice to see children of the late sixties haven't forgotten how to cope with life's little travails...like waking up, walking, peeing, farting with George Washington.
However, Robert Frost said writing poetry that doesn't rhyme is like playing tennis with the net down. Double fault.
However, I have to admit that the short tome (look it up) you posted was quite excellent. Shows an intense awareness of what is going on around you.
But on retrospect, should one really want to know what is going on around him when he is in 3R?
Still, good poem. Post more.
Poet Dan