. . I'd take a train
. . . . I'd fly in like a bird
I'd chart a course
. . I'd hire a horse
Take me at my word.
But there are times
. . (and there are crimes)
. . . . That root me in my place.
Rip this concrete
. . That sets my feet
. . . . So I might see your face.
May 27, 2013
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