Too many harps

Every word a spear that finds its mark in here where the heart beats, where the ends of oceans meet and disappear into horizons not yet reached. who taught me to sing when I couldn’t speak and walk before I could barely crawl? who is it that knows it all? I call upon these present…

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One rung higher

Well I made it through unsure if I deserved to pass unscathed, coming in and then out of the maze we call days of the week but I did. Some angel’s watching over me and shining bright to let me see the way. So I’m heading home to where a welcome awaits me but don’t…

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Crafting yachts

When my will has won and every pennant I fly signifies one more penance done it may be and I might be some time in the making, the bookies are taking ante post bets I never met a poor bookmaker don’t be fooled don’t let them take your money…

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Directing traffic

Sometimes when I’m not sure I either go with the toss of a coin or take another detour, detours are the things the things in which to find the things you seldom see, but never mind. I watch clocks it’s a hobby of mine hands turning slowly across the long face of time. and coins,…

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One time at ninety

The old ways will change as the old days disappear and those who were here will be gone.   Looking forward to a world full of new? not sure I am.   I think, stick in the mud old things are good but when I was a whippersnapper thoughts were different then.   This must…

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