Thursday, January 26, 2006
once over the rise
once over the rise
she was a ghost
like a doll
standing on the coast
pointing to nowhere
just smoke and mirrors,
she liked to say,
"next time bring a warrant"
signs on the highway
soaring by her words
and the way she always said it,
"I'm walking here!"
once over the rise
the tracks do not lie,
to the new City of Orleans
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