April 2012
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Airport.
Looked death in the eye today, on a 3:50 flight,
She was pail and decrepit, sure was a sight.
She wore an elaborate headdress and, sandals too tight,
She was a baby to her mother, she was an angel in flight.
She goes on, into the night. Helped into bed and turns out the light.
Today will been the last time, she covers her head, cuz tomorrow I’ll be back home and she will be dead.
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He was my bosom buddy friend to the end, one of the last true great spirits of...
– Bob Dylan, In response to the passing of Levon Helm.
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…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live,...
– On The Road
A mountain town we’re in.
Ain’t no sign of sin.
Off to the races and back again.
We’re hiding from the fire lit din.
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