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...
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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