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The Days of Pearly Spencer (The Power of Suggestive Thought)Category: (general)
Monday, 31 January 2011
06:36:48 PM (GMT)
A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside its long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small childs face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylights brightness shuns

Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smother the air
But withering they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is gone

Pearly wheres your milk white skin
Whats that stubble on your chin
Its buried in the rot gut gin
You played and lost not won
You played a house that cant be beat
Now look your heads bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run

The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost run

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