What will you do then?
When the sky turns green
and the wind starts howlin'
'cause a storm's rollin' in?
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And what will you do
when it settles in?
And what will you do
in the silence when it passes?
Sittin' there in the quiet
surrounded by all of your shit?
What will you do then?
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I'll be out front waitin'
out front porch sittin'
singin' and porch pickin',
hollerin' and callin' it in.
It's time to dance again.
I've gotten used to this.
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Green skies, roll in
You've been a long time comin'.
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About the Creator
Sara Wynn
"No one knows where the edge of the knife is,
and no one knows what intelligent life is."
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
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You are never anyone's burden; you are the beam of light that shines into life