Hey the end of
Sweet April is nearing
and completing the
site of sounds
come and lost
of a virginal's
entrance and honour
This society is who
what and where
And where we
belong is just free
To demonstrate this
years model of
modality is lost
on my sweet sweet
insanity, But the
likelyhood of bitterness
shame and causality
is just this..What
you bring to the table
is butter, toast, tea
and jamming with me
Put down your hands
raise up your heart
Please do finish
What you dare to start
Sweet April..where
did you go? All in
all just a bit more
than a peep show..
What your hearing
is just little bits
of broken ear ring
Showers of tornadic
distruction left
sweet home Alabama
Upon open ruins
And the lost love
ones..Please remember
their names..with
sweet Jesus and
Mary Magdalene..
Lord welcome home
these tired angels
with open arms
and feathered wings
Cherish their souls
And let them live
again..God the father
God the son
Comfort those who
morn..and weep
for those in pain
of yesterday's lost
and sorriful rain..
By Rick Weber
April 29, 2011
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