Monday, July 11, 2011

Out Of The Gray...Special K.

They fly in from the East and the West
...like ragged birds to a broken nest.
They prance around while eating all of the worms
...as something in their conscience burns
...and they do what they do best.
Yeah, they eat all of the worms
...and then that empty nest confirms
...as they slowly come to terms:
There is no miracle shining across the dawn
...the darkness of night is through...
...the day is new...
but Kyron is still gone.
--Verse By Ruth Rader.
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From the Roller Derby,
What do you see, Johnny D?
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A white pickup truck...orange 4...pin-stripe...

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