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The Songs That Filled My Boyhood

The songs that filled my boyhood time are gone, their melodies have faded with the years; and all my vain attempts to sing along have left only their skeletons, and tears. Mere shadows take their place, as mummers’ tunes, their … Continue reading

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That Reminds Me

It doesn’t take much to remind me: a trace of perfume in the air lipstick stains on a cigarette butt burning there as much as I tell myself that I don’t care no use lingering on these things now that … Continue reading

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Blame It On Your Memory

I know it’s late and you told me you don’t want me coming ’round But I was in the neighborhood and on my way downtown Thought you’d like to know I saw your memory yesterday He told me to look … Continue reading

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No Surprise At All

She said that she was longing for the life that she once had The changes they were coming fast, and some of them were bad Said she could not believe it Maybe she was going mad And I saw just … Continue reading

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The Dogwood

She with fond memories of elders now gone, & I with my own youth to call back to mind, bought a ten gallon dogwood last year, late in spring (& though maybe later than some would advise for a tree … Continue reading

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Half Way Home

My last post about the hurricanes reminded me of a song that I wrote back when I was in what I might call my Kris Kristofferson phase. I was outlaw country, I guess, and had a lot of friends who … Continue reading

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Nothing of the Fall

Spring doesn’t know summer; it’s just risen from the dead. After all that time in winter, it would rather play instead. Spring doesn’t know summer, but it gets there anyway: every stormy April morning leads to afternoon in May. But … Continue reading

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