this is a bridge of old and local stone
beneath the river flows and does not speak
the ghosts make certain you are not alone
i had not heard a single word or groan
that was a time for peace and not critique
this is a bridge of old and local stone
it costs too much to use the telephone
the case is ancient and never unique
the ghosts make certain you are not alone
here in this forest humans do not moan
only the trees give out a steady creak
this is a bridge of old and local stone
the day would freeze us to the very bone
but oak trees signal us with their mystique
the ghosts make certain you are not alone
we reach the end of all that can be known
the point where you admit that you are weak
this is a bridge of old and local stone
the ghosts make certain you are not alone
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
05 April 2008
pontedoporco
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