tamborine music... I've found myself for quite a while now just relying on the same sort of style and formula when I write. I don't know if people like that or not, I don't suppose it's so terrible if they do. Anyway, I've got a nudging to do something a little different soon in terms of the creative arena, so we'll see what happens. In the meantime, here's another new draft.
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A Town to Break Your Heart
Three years ago, I was high enough
to drag down the Indiana crimson sky
and under the blankets
I'd ply the brazen schemes of summer,
of the endless hope of rings and roses and
a career on the one-speakered Emerson radio
I kept behind my pillow.
But when autumn came, it was then,
then I learned to fear me, like a strand
of my yellow hair stammering in the November wind
I faltered, I waivered
while a croaking disease poisoned my tongue,
and the barricades came up to the body.
Now this year I've got a notion
to find a table in the corner to
hold up my sagging shoulders so I can't look
down to see them sad and find the cure;
that I'm at best a simple man, and that
I should remain.
12:41:59 AM 
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