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TITLE: The Blues House
AUTHOR: Bio
CATEGORY: Pirates Cove
DATE SUBMITTED: 3/29/2008
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The blues has left footprints in my heart
The wind has caught my breath and bound it tight
I can barely say your name
Oh drama not
Take me back bfore I knew how your touch melted my body and drove me insane

Sympathy sighs, as my friends pat my shoulder
Hard luck and misery, two brothers who found my door, pounded hard
I tried to keep them out
I used as much force as I had left
But like snakes they slithered pass and camped in my closets

So , my friends and I sipped our red wine, while we tried to find out who was worse off
We competed for sorrows moments in graphic detail until they grained bright colors
As the night linger on.

Just as misery drippings began to melt all over my floor, a sadistic laugh broke into the room.
We all looked at each other, as if just awakened, realizing we were breathing the infection
Tiny sounds then bigger sounds like champagne corks popping, filled the air
Laughter, it was laughter
Laughter was gabbling up those misery drippings
We woo, Aoo and let the laughter take our names

Life is too short to bleed long
precious friends took my hand
We walked out of that blues house
And left enough laughter that when I turned for one last look
That old house was cavin' in.


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