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Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Jumping That Train

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When I think of you,
I hear a marimba in my head.
I'm lost like a stray cat.
Baby, I swear I'll
hop a train and head
west, to roll away from
the memory of you.
This mad hatter moon lights
my way, and I'm done
holding on.
I'm getting a
bottle of whiskey,
and drinking
it, until you become a
blurry memory.
Then I'm jumping that train.
Thomas Case
Topic(s) of this poem: alcoholism,love,train
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Art work by Kieth Sloan
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Thomas Case 17 June 2020
The great art work is done by Kieth Sloan
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Thomas Case 17 June 2020
Art work by Kieth Sloan
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