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HERE
he knows his cave here his woman here his cat his dog his child here in this spot. sacred hallowed ground. here in the canyon here out at sea. free to hear. the land begs a truce from me. free to hear a land greater than me.
Lost my buddy yesterday, Today is quite a day, Happy to see it, Wish he could too. But now… Immediately so, He’s just a memory. If a man leaves a mark, though, Deep down in my being, A change upon my soul, Then his mark beats on, With me as I go. So today, I’ll gaze upon this day with some of his perspective, too. I’ll be brave enough for two. Do my best to stir another buddy’s soul anew.
Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge By A. Freeman Pockross Pigs on the Wind Dark clouds loom large over Harmonyville. Two pigs fly across the darkening night. Or do they? Either way, something symbolic disappears into the darkness. The wind howls. Rain pours sideways. An almost middle-aged boy runs through the rain, covering his precious rock-star locks with a newspaper. You know, THE rockstar cut. Rod. Ronnie. Late ‘60s Keef. The boy’s obviously not prepared for the weather. Who’s this boy, you ask? Curtis, the mysterious narrator answers.
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