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by Lanny D


Another pick from the poison tree

Tempting parts of the sweetest lies

Now I sit in the mental pulpit

With swollen throat and teary eyes

My feet have learned to move me

In the directions I’m expected to go

Brain in sweet slumber, fast asleep

Blood refusing to go with the flow

In the way we say what we mean to do

In my dreams it’s all whistles and bells

I dance on my strings but know the truth

In reality it’s a preview of our hells

We must watch in expected confusion

As the roots of life all intertwine

No disrespect to the things that are yours

What’s in my heart will always be mine



From The Soul

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