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this gentle talk

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whispered forest sound
whistling train refrain
tranquility at dawn
cuttin' dagger thru confuson
solitude a melody
clickity-clackin' thru brain
and as we were runnin'
down the drain
an ancient master speaks
alongside of me
we ride
we glide
we smile
we hide
ruminations on
a beat refrain
will not be left out
in the pouring rain........WIREMAN