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everyone has its.... and
twas the lil one
that bit me
right below the grief
as I sat in stunned
relief....the time
consumate and brief
laid a foundation
concrete mat of steel
over my face saving tackle
once again....and this chance
of the yearn
the ultimate burn
and do ya learn
or do ya spurn
the fact.....
this place where
were race
and that's a fact
and the pace is Cadillac
now were on the ranch
and were waiting to
transplant mood
baby it's all for the good
as I ride thru the
blue light wearing thin
blue smiles caught in the spin
blue desire lighting hell fire
blue damage call it desire
blue feeling this all alone
blue tomorrow call it home.......WIREMAN