Maybe so maybe so
Oh Look the presence is here
The thoughts you can uncover to discover
Who is setting the sacred?
The old dog was grey and laying on her back she was going to fall between the slats in the bottom of the cradle into oblivion soon.. it was apparent
She still liked the love pats and the tender voice still
she had grown old but she was young in my mind's eye
how could I have not noticed she had grown old and soon would die?
It made me feel emotions I wanted to cry but I didn't
I couldn't I was hiding behind who might see
Then there was the old six-string that had been set out
waiting for the next somebody to come along some time
in some other life a matrimony
to wed with
our insatiable desires
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