They won’t sit and wait a lifetime for you-
Weep everyday thinking about if I could hold you or sample your taste,
Place my head on your shoulder and feel your hand caress my face,
Way.
They don’t love you like I love you,
I’ve been waiting for you to meet me half way,
When I listened to Lady Day sing the blues at Carnegie Hall I thought I saw you walk across the stage,
Hopefully this will lead me to you I found this map in an old black box,
Hopefully you’ll respond to this letter and tell me you’re whereabouts so my long search for you can fortunately stop
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Interesting how you weave Karen's psyche to yours and it works. Way! I really don't know much about her or the YYY's but your basic stuff, heard a few songs, know they hail from Brooklyn (I think) and they seem like some sort of New-Age Punk. I like all sorts of music so now my curiosity is peeking, as for the poem, WAY! ;)
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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