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By The CanarY
a cup of cofee wake me up take me up a couple copies of your picture of your scripture read the bible revival tent revival southern baptist southern cross rail crossing don't you cross me won't you crave me if you leave me if you need me i'll be waiting i'll be weightless when we're flying dying crying for the sky i try & try & try i couldn't hold her could've sold her got much colder than your shoulder now she's leaving she's stopped breathing SHE'S STOPPED BREATHING ...now she's goneI 'm never one for rhyming poetry. I rarely even forray into the world of rhythm. I like good old blank verse that doesn't rely on Shakespearean rhyme schemes and iambic pentameter to sound catchy. But sometimes, I just let it go. Written September 21st, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 08:52 AM PST 17 • 0 • 10
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"a cup of cofee..."