SOMETIMES
Sometimes I gotta' be truthful about magic,
and I sit here and wonder; why I'm stuck
in this rut of a hole, going nowhere and
going whole, waiting for lightning to strike.
I've been waiting so long, I could make a
blind-man's blues song out of it all. The
woods would burn down around me if that
lightning did strike, but I'd be ready for
anything : I've taken care of all that long
ago, with so much back-logged work that
three moving trucks couldn't move once
they got done with me. Florence Nightingale,
some babe in a gauzy gown; I'd give anyone
a tight hug right about now. Hell, maybe
go all the way, the way they used to say.
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It's only a matter of time. I gotta' love
something, and I gotta' love mine.
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