That was something, really! Watching Moses tear down the baking dense Brush, the rocky slope, hear Him rip and devour the August air; We talk small and gulp down Beers like LTD's do oil: Will I buy the V8 jacked rear bug? Who shoots the better game? He's doin' fine, schemin' on Jane. I'd never say how, off the old road Beneath the willows, she laughs, sighs; Sighs and shifts to a stretch of full moonlight on water, Her darkest innermosts lit by my white want. Old Moses stumbles up then Jaws clenched in triumph the two by four Leaps and begs for more, for more.
Reason for writing:
Old men forget, yet shall all be forgot ...
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