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We Were Kids

Running through the mist Swimming in the river Laughing at the cold Making us shiver Cycling downhill Wind in our face No sign of fear Not a trace...
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Cherry

Rusty

We were laughing about the state of the car That we called rusty The seats were so dusty And something stank We were trying to guess how far We’d get...
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Force Nine Gale

A silver haired woman furiously sweeps away the dust on her porch, the sheets on the washing line wave like a sail, the dust blows back into her face...
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Sunday in this Church

She said grace To save face He said a prayer And put another layer On the lies The Preacher knew the score He thought about a Sermon Called the devil...

Layby Night

Truck stops for the night There’s a bed in the cab 14 hours driving In weather wet and drab Rain slides down the windscreen Life slips beneath the...

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