Fragment of a southern man

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    Fragment of a southern man

    Frogs in they frog holes, rats in they rat holes,
    nothing yet stirs...
    Never stops here either, moving at glacial rates,
    the mind purrs...

    Lost babes wailing for food, echoeing off the lanes,
    starving for attention...
    Gregorys trudge the ditches, making room on the walks,
    it's thier pension...

    Shaking hands, reaching to cover eyes like holes,
    finding a deception...
    Nary an image, only feeling lives here
    the hearts infliction...

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    FiloRozzell commented on Fragment of a southern man

    04-02-2009

    RIDE ON PLAYER...

    Stealthsmommy commented on Fragment of a southern man

    03-14-2009

    Really nice. You can express really well through words.

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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