look here comes the prodigal son / fetch him a tall drink of water / but there´s none in the cup cuz he drank it all up / left for the prodigal daughter


under the light from the powerstation

 

 

 

the skin of my

 

faithful youth

 

lies between your weak hands

 

and the silent hometown

 

feeling up my dreams

 

with its angry cock

 

 

 

 

  

 

 





Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2007-05-21 at 19:46

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English War Veteran aged 98
Oooh! Keep away from those angry Cocks!
2007-05-31


lastromantichero
wow this is deep but
i take it Chanteclere the hometown cockeral crows on
well done lady lourdes
2007-05-21