Treasure Island

Joe Howell

(05-30-1950 / Tennessee)

leaving


don't take my picture today
leave with out it, dont stop
at the city limits and have a smoke
put the car in drive and get on with it

the flowers didn't bloom this may
water wasn't fresh or fall was to late
I will be leaving soon taking the bus
Dallas looks good, know someone there

I had soup for supper, with some bread
David said that he could work on the car
the insurance check will be here soon
and i want to just move on

don't take my picture to day
it's too late for me to stay

Submitted: Sunday, July 10, 2005
Edited: Friday, June 30, 2006

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  • Lynne Bc (6/30/2006 5:23:00 AM)

    oh wow, this is so sad. leaving and moving on. its the hardest part.
    very nicely put. a good read!
    best regards,
    Lynne (Report) Reply

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