Beautiful Joy and John
American as pie
Got together and sang a song
With whiskers and tired eyes
He sang like a wolf
His howls that echoed
Through the night skies
A glass of wine
She sang like a dove
Feathery and mournful
Crooning of broken love
The fire burned bright
Until it broke
Going up in a tower
Of billowing smoke
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In The Eye
PoetrySort of like a portfolio, sort of like an autobiography, sort of like a book of poetry and short stories. Well, actually it's all of those things.
