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Flying Over Home (Thinking of You)
It’s been three days since ya told me
You’re leaving the temporary nest.
Three days, xylophone and Steamboat Willie,
Tryin’ to make sure I get my rest.
Permanent Affection
Even the most audacious starling and chickadee
Flies over home to the nest where they feel they should be.
I’ll love you no matter where you go.
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No Worries
06:57
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No Worries
In the summer,
Galavanting across the Bean.
Blues concert,
Nowhere somewhere else to be.
I didn’t worry enough then,
About my own limitations.
About my own imperfections.
I didn’t worry enough then,
About my own, about my own,
About my own self.
Saturday afternoon,
Mrs. Fields square
I didn’t worry enough then,
I didn’t worry enough then,
I didn’t worry enough.
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Got Troubles/Got Mine
05:01
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Got Troubles/Got Mine
Through the trembling, hearing voices
On that fateful August night
You stood by my side
And helped me through the fright
Then, I play those mind games.
I shut you out of everything I wish I had to choose
Between your love, or a future of wishing what I had
Came to pass
[That’s what they] say about some things darling,
Some things don’t last
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Shaker Symmetry
07:32
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Shaker Symmetry
Your beauty,
Simple
Ornate, in its fractals
Shaker symmetry
You give so much to others,
Addressing unjust policy
In my mind, you are the perfect one…still
Encircled and flanked by other perfect ones.
I give so much to you
That I don’t think enough for myself
It’s all the same tune, in a similar mode
It’s been that way as long as I can remember.
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Auk and Chickadee Part (I)
I sell those hearts on Valentine’s Day,
Little plastic containers.
They made me sad, because of what we had.
What we are left with is the remainder.
You said my words had beauty.
Melody was discordant.
So now, I’m opening this heart to you.
So you can see what you know,
Heavenly moments.
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Auk and Chickadee Part (II)
Auburn will live in my memory.
Coconut, potato, delicacy of Maine.
Fort Popham, though we didn’t see any seals.
The rest is for ourselves to claim.
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C.W. Franz Chicago, Illinois
Enterprising poet with a strange taste in music. Butchering everything from folk to musique concrete or something.
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