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Eyes So Green and Plumage Rich Blue

Seeking the answer
At the door of your distain;
Turning away full empty
And all alone yet again.
The minor chords
Shuffle across the page:
Is there that heart of gold
For one of my age?
Pan Wren, Pan Wren
Take me to your nest.
Pan Wren, Pan Wren
Take me at your best.
Love in the pre-active;
Gazes of stillborn glee;
2014—a million years away.
You and I were to become we.
Record heat in October;
Your heart in deep freeze.
My lady glances away
And I get up off my knees.
Pan Wren, Pan Wren
Take me to your nest.
Pan Wren, Pan Wren
Take me at your best.
Left to wishing you well;
Ill-content with memories few.
Fly strong, Pan Wren,
Eyes so green and plumage rich blue.

Another October

Ok, so October is back,
And things are new rough.
Ain’t cuttin’ no slack;
But things are looming tough.
Hours cut to nuthin’,
But the heart will serve,
So, no use idle cussin’,
Just another Life surprise curve.
So, play some of dem Stones,
Put the amp up near ten,
No use makin’ bones
With where you ain’t never goin’ again.
Born on the wrong planet—
So let’s festival acadien, over thisaway:
Laissez le bon temps…
Qu’est-ce que c’est?