On Passing Through
By Parson Thru
Sun, 03 Aug 2014
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Jack, cat,
where's it at?
Suspended from your mountain
in the clouds
Standing still among the crowds
You have it made
Too beat to be waylaid
by burdens such as work
and all the cares that lurk
within an ordinary life
Maybe I should take a knife
and cut away the fat
Follow you to where it's at
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Love how you have shown the
Permalink Submitted by Philip Sidney on
Love how you have shown the contrast between the cool, slick exterior of beat hipsters and the deep melancholy within.
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Excellent
I love your comment Philip.
PS Parsons, sorry but I must have missed this one, I think it to be excellent too. Nice one.
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have more porridge!
- hows york? loved the simplicity and the beat in your words :) thank you.
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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1 User voted this as great feedback
A little gem, this one, PT.
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
A little gem, this one, PT. Give my regards to York
Tina
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