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ALAMO

My lyrics, their song.

By Erin RozeboomPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

I was sittin out by the Alamo

Where I saw this young Latina sittin near

On her phone.

Well she told me a story bout a girl and a boy

Told me a story about

Sass

In the Alamo.

I was on a cell phone vacation, and I didnt ever expect it.

I saw her there and thought there was a,

Nice connection through the air.

Floating in the breeze my way.

She told me a story about a dogwood flower and I,

Couldnt wait to see the flower.

In the Alamo

Without a care.

No we didnt care

After that day,

We got up on a bus and we just drove away.

Drove around the globe.

But we didnt know that the road was covered in gold...

We were looking at our photos thinkin how it goes.

Paisley toes.

Winter blows-

Leaves me saluting

in the Alamo

Can't think what you dont feel

And if you dont feel ya dont wanna know..

So hen you won't know.

What it's like.

In the Alamo

Kicking through the brush of indeciecision

On the corner of the planet.

Dabbin.

performance poetry

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