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Submitted by threecrows-lg on 9 July 2008 - 3:07pm.
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freeform
Beer In a Bottle…1965
We were flying down some back road, …..nice and slow;
windows down;
Just drivin’ around, Anywhere
outta town;
and We were flyin’. We were flyin’.
Aiming for the light at best.
Or just deeper in the night I guess.
But we were flyin’- nice and slow.
Beer in a bottle, and talk radio.
The president doing his best
to drag us into one more
useless war.
But we were young,
and dumb, and full of
that most noble of body fluids
the blood of native sons.
Ripe for
Squandering.
The four immortals Flying low.
larry gambill 2006
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
great irony, here
I would never have thought of that approach. :-)
Yours in peace,
(Cynthia McKinney for president)
Synchro
Beer in a Bottle
I liked your poem. I could almost hear your deep voice.
where you had talk radio, I thought you were going to say rock and roll