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|    Will Dockery to All    |
|    Re: Shattered / Will Dockery    |
|    20 Feb 26 04:05:59    |
      From: user3274@newsgrouper.org.invalid              nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) posted:       > Will Dockery wrote:       >> HarryLime wrote:       >>> Will Dockery wrote:       >       > >>>>> Shattered       > >>>>>       > >>>>> The seconds have piled up       > >>>>> at the floor       > >>>>> lost here in some other guy's past       > >>>>> lying there       > >>>>> with your seconds piled       > >>>>> there went by a life       > >>>>> untold       > >>>>> unasked       > >>>>> going by       > >>>>> never caused and never traced       > >>>>> the future never ever appears here.       > >>>>>       > >>>>> If some morning I wake       > >>>>> here for you       > >>>>> trying to find some reason to return       > >>>>> if I see things denied       > >>>>> I once defined       > >>>>> a life just passed me by there       > >>>>> slipped through my fingers       > >>>>> everything here now is real       > >>>>> so wait.       > >>>>> That portion of the finish       > >>>>> never comes.       > >>>>>       > >>>>> Now that the lights are going so low       > >>>>> the dimming glow       > >>>>> falls on my ego       > >>>>> now that I'm falling       > >>>>> into my morning       > >>>>> here I am gazing into those       > >>>>> reflector eyes       > >>>>> morning light       > >>>>> is blasting my head clean too.       > >>>>> Morning's clearer       > >>>>> I've been forgetting it.       > >>>>>       > >>>>> Your thoughts seem to stream       > >>>>> like a highway       > >>>>> dimming lights seem to streak       > >>>>> like hitch-hikers.       > >>>>> When does this dream end?       > >>>>> When do I get on up the road?       > >>>>> The light sped out       > >>>>> like a fire-fly       > >>>>> like gravestones       > >>>>> never noticed       > >>>>> never seen.       > >>>>> Like marbles       > >>>>> spilling from shattered minds.       > >>>>>       > >>>>> -Will Dockery / August 20 1976       > >>>>>       > >>>>> ***       > >>>>> (Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School       > >>>>> newspaper, Columbus Georgia)       > >>>>>       > >>>>>       > >>>>> ***       > >>>>> Here you go, Pendragon, read carefully.       > >>>>>       > >>>>> HTH and HAND.       > >>>>       > >>>>       > >>>>       > >>>> Then why did you attach it to numerous threads about your school's       "Pegasus" magazine,       > >>>       > >>>       > >>> I didn't do that, actually.       > >>>       > >>> Actually read the thread next time, Harry.       > >>       > >>       > >> My mistake. I was conflating the two high school publications.       > >>       > >> BTW, you actually overuse the word "actually" in all of your recent posts.       > >       > >       > > I'll try to actually cut down on using the word actually, thanks.       >       > "Actually," substitute "again" for "actually," as you again and actually do.              Okay.              > This is a response to the post seen at:       > http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=683649581#683649581              --       Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:       https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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