Sunday Radio and Shadow

No one plays good musicOn Sunday morningsIt’s so boring Most just talkThe radio doesn’t playMuch good music anywayI’m looking for Grandma’s dogOn this Sunday morningHe’s a white shadowIn a seaOf trees And trailer housesHe ran from the fireworksWhy do we even celebrateWith bombsBombs kill independenceIs this search hopeless?He’s like a white coyoteWith ice blue eyesIf I find... Continue Reading →

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