Brass Rings
By coyote
Brass rings don't fit my finger, and that ride won't fit my style... I'll stand on the sidelines and watch for a while. Play it safe and fake my story...hum the parts that I can't sing. I don't have to listen, my telephone won't ring. Still, I find my story suits me, pointing out my greatest fear--reality; all the people there around me cannot hear. So my story, as with others, has no value but to me. In each story is one's being that no one else can see. Tan Son Nhut 4 Jan 1971 Written August 28th, 2001 © on Aug 28 2001 01:04 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Brass rings don't fit my finger, and that ride won't fit my style......"