De ol' road
don't use et no more
don't go nowhere
jes drops off
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They say old soldiers never die
they simply fade away
and rumor has it cowards pass
as oft as fear holds sway
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At last gasp i could plainly see
the answer always dwelt in me
So sure is God's divine decree
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You cannot peel an onion
without a stream of tears
or fix a broken mirror
that you have loved for years
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The muddy wooded Everglades
impenetrable ways
feign sleep to boots and careless eyes
in their primordial haze
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No guns, no bombs nor tanks of steel
can stop creation's flow
the cycle of birth, life and death
as sure as winds must blow
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Bread of life and living water
calling still to dine on these
nourishing and ever healing
thirst and hunger to appease
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They call it Calle Ocho
what used to be the Trail
a place of wayside refuge
a timeworn tarnished grail
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