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Welcome to Arizona, where you can’t hug the trees.

Things are going well with the family. I’ve been able to schedule some posts, but my reading isn’t there. I appreciate all of you. I’ll try to catch up as soon as I can. Thank you! ☀️🌵🌮

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A Lost & Broken Young Man

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A lost & broken young man
Swirling around in the desert’s dust
Never able to reach a potential promised
Wasting away; a young life gone bust
But the Almighty works in mysterious ways
Why He looks after lost sheep? I can’t tell
But in my most hopeless hours, I believed
& that’s when I found my Southern Belle

Once Again Fog Hides The City Away

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Once again fog hides the City away

No worries about being burnt by the sun

Another beautiful morning by the Bay

My legs have grown tired, I can no longer run

I need to rest down by the docks

I’m here to start a new life by the coast

No longer shall live life by the clocks

Life in the desert was only tolerable at most

I’m looking for a woman with golden hair

I wish to rest my head where I no longer weep

She said she’d be waiting out there

Will I ever get any of that peaceful sleep

The Unsteady Horizon Rocking Me

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The unsteady horizon rocking me
I’m doing my best to remain upright
Another desert soul back to sea
Taking steps to catch my fall tonight
My eyes are exhausted & can’t open
Cautiously alert for what’s out there
Wished & prayed never return again
The ocean’s been a dangling nightmare

Fifteen Dollars & A Broken Jaw To Boot

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Fifteen dollars & a broken jaw to boot
Expanding cities complete with souls for sale
Government land, but it’s not something to own
Your identity stolen down a worn migration trail
Pushing eighty-five before the winter sun goes down
Desert road adventures through the land of the free
Missing midnight mass for its not yet that time
Rumors & hints of how much you really mean to me
Your voice remains dry after another weekend
Do you remember the faces of all those left undone
Our days pass on by in those decadent whispers
Though all our remaining years will pass by as one

Honky-Tonk Gringos

  

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Living out broken dreams

Seen every saloon floor

An eyeful across the beams

Rousing angst for a misdeed

Toss a nickel towards a spittoon

Each loss grows a little harder

Shot! dying under the desert moon


  

Looking Perfect In Your Pretty Pink Pumps

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Looking perfect in your pretty pink pumps

My heart broke the day I laid eyes on you

Feeling the disaster coming from far away

Disregarding independence declared to be true

Went away from all my trusted instincts

Drove right into your dream head first

Which instance did I do anything right

Ever since I’ve been dying in the desert of thirst