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On The Run (Blues Poem #14)

Gonna roll me a reefer,
and smoke the past goodbye

Gonna empty that last bottle of gin,
and kick this bye and bye

Gonna drink that woman away, Lord,
if I have to turn to rum

Gonna smoke that reefer till my fingers burn
-her memory on the run

(Villanova University Vespers: June, 2019)



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On The Run (Blues Poem #14)

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