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I am the tears of the last generation
by William P Haynes
Monday, October 29, 2007
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I buzzed the max of the king beat of A
Jazzy trumpets and horns
I rocked the roadhouse, fairs and ways
Crossroads and devil's blues
I swallowed Eden and viewed hell
in the decade of paradise and ruin
I wandered in wonder in a world of whisky
pawning my soul, youth and life
I slept with sparrows, craving doves
with wounds carved in wood
My eyes closed
My ears never listening
I am what little that's left
That is my damnation
and my sole salvation
I am the tears of the last generation

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Reviewed by Karen Palumbo	10/30/2007

A very poignant piece reflecting back to what once was..... Be safe, Karen




Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten	10/29/2007

excellent portrayal of the emotional rollercoaster many took... Thanks for sharing, William~ Love and Peace~ Kimmy~

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