The shot heard 20,000 leagues away
A colt has bolted
a man is manning up
like shot from a 45
there was manic in the music
an Indian nap in a city
sound asleep
A ringleader conducting a symphony
of bodies in motion
toward a goal
win was in the w2inde
for it was in his hands
and in his special heart
A man in go few faults
striped necked in the news
in this Peyton place world
we place our faith
in something more than place
our faith is placed in you.
poem by Boink Boink
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