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 Old Crow Love 3/18/2018
 The Legend Of Papi Mario Vitale Inspirational Poems 3/9/2018
 What you don't know about me Love 3/5/2018
 Twister Rap Love 3/3/2018
 Remembrance of a loved one Love 2/26/2018
 He Was Their Love 2/24/2018
 Let Go And Let God Love 2/23/2018
 Mindfulness Congratulations 2/23/2018
 Gucci Man II Love 2/22/2018
 Scooby Doo Love 2/21/2018
 God Love 2/17/2018
 A Salute To Dennis Deyoung Love 2/16/2018
 Basketball Superstar Love 2/14/2018
 A New Day's Sun Love 2/12/2018
 In My Eyes Love 2/10/2018
 A Return Home, Only Time Will Tell Love 1/29/2018
 A Scenic View Love 1/29/2018
 The Trees In Ozark Flats Love 1/28/2018
 Curse Of The Alan Parsons Project Love 1/26/2018
 Real Talk Love 1/24/2018
 The Violin Love 1/23/2018
 In The Moment III Love 1/20/2018
 Believe In Hope Love 1/14/2018
 Love To Be Loved Love 1/13/2018
 Illumination II Love 1/13/2018
 The Difference I Love 1/12/2018
 Surprised By Grace Love 1/12/2018
 Burn With Me Love 1/11/2018
 Lock Up The Wolves Two Dark Poetry 1/11/2018
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Old Crow

Old Crow

Old crow
Tired and lazy' against the day
Dark skies
Lost in blacks and whites and grays
Howling north wind
Sure takes a man's fight away

A dreamer's home on his best day
Hard rain
Drops the leaves and makes the colors fade
And talks cheap,
But for the words of time they'll ave the last say
Oh the words of time, they'll have the last say

And the harvest is in, it wasn't much
May I have enough to get by
The baskets were light, not a muscle ached
And somehow I feel I'm going to die
The winter is coming and the signs say hard
I've never seen such a haunting sky

For on the mountains, frost in the wind
And somehow I feel I'm going to die
Full moon
Lonely above the old oak tree line
Old crow
Hanging empty in the black sky
And a nighthawk
Circles her in silence as she flies
Old crow, all alone she flies

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