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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   
      
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