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Dallas                        Last Night The Moon Fell

allas da                       All is tucked away
   las dallas dallas           in wrinkled papers at Shiloh,
     s dallas dallas dal       locked away in crumbling hills
        dallas dallas          where birds of grief
           dallas d            stumble through an ice palace
              II               to sample Death.

                L.S. Fallis    The moon fell,
                               & my father uttered terrible words of pain
                               as he crept into the shadows of his life,
                               his boney fingers extending downward,
                               limp as the wicked wind resting
                               across the mountains.

                               Tomorrow was a lonely sort of monster,
                               the mysteries of next summer shrou d ed IiIIj.a swine
                               & lilac & honeysuckle & other wonderous
                               murmurs of love, a triangle of life
                               banging out symbolic messages
                               of troubled times.

                               A collision course with the Gods,
                               life on a tightrope, the bubbling spring
                               of childhood silent, hidden verbs of despair
                               lining the dusty road home, nothing
                               of value to believe in, frost
                               on the sun.

                             2 Errol Miller
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