[BlueDragon]

...The traffic lights,
they turn, uh, blue tomorrow
and shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags down stream
'cause the life that lived is,
is dead

And the wind screams Mary

Uh-will the wind ever remember
the names it has blow in the past?
And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
it whispers no, this will be
the last

And the wind cries Mary

[Kathy in Alaska]

w h !!

Thanks, unique, for the troops!

BlueDragon.....#50!!

[Kathy in Alaska]