Thursday, July 3, 2025

It's Not a Lie if It Was Never Intended to Be True

         Old Taylor said
                Old Taylor meant to cry, oh my
                Field marshal meant
                Field marshal went away again

                Look out below, the tides
                Lean heavily like wine.
            We are all innocent, in spite of you and me

Then Martha went
Yes, Martha went away again


                Segovia watched
            Gendarmerie and all, that's all
        The radio man
                Amanda, did you choose your tune?
        She walked away in time.
        She walked a crooked line.

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