I It was so awful it ought to be unlawful But where I was because I had no other place to be So there I was grateful though the people were hateful But they hated all alike because they hated them not me Gratefully lately I got out of an awful And hateful then somehow with my plate full now of poetry II A wild jackrabbit with a cottonball tail Hops about before me out behind the rail Of the fence as I can see how its defense Against bigger beings and now seeing me Is (like Bugs Bunny) its elusivity III Shadows of clouds pass over the hill Shadows always pass I know they do When they come and then they go I know Shadows were and are as shadows will Always be because they come to go Written in shadow seeing a name To recognize does not surprise who Was will be because he came to go Seeing him being a shadow too Steven though gone goes on even so IV M-a-r-i-s-o-l Is the dog to give 'em hell Should hell need giving she could give it good Marisol is big and tough Not too smart but smart enough That when she licks me I feel understood V When we are dead and gone then are we gone? Some of us live by love whose love lives on This is what I say anyway that I Am not afraid to live by love and die But not be gone then when my love lives on Steven Curtis Lance