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[title] => Jetty Ghost
[time] => 2007-03-05 21:21:06
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[bodytext] => In my town there’s a jetty where an old man drowned He had a note in his pocket and some things on the ground And his car was left on, with the sixties greatest hits marathon Drifting static choruses of summers on the beach And I saw his ghost close by hanging between a roof and flagpole It was all so clear and eerie as he offered his soul His figure changed colors from the flashes of a remote control That was pressed away changing stations from the home below Sing Mr. Saunder you drove here alone Your kids in the freezer and your life’s on the phone When streetlights turn on as I walk in the dark I feel more empty with each brighten spark It’s said if you offer him a lighter conversation Then asking why or when that his death happened He’ll be so much more willing to having you listen If you’re true he’ll sing for you So is the fact for us all as we fall on our feet Of what’s non-fiction in the ways of deceit I’ll never hear his cries at night as we meet He’ll just nod my way as the moon rolls pass Sing Mr. Saunder you drove here alone Your kids in the freezer and your life’s on the phone When streetlights turn on as I walk in the dark I feel more empty with each brighten spark And if you hear him I fear the jokes on you No whispers on the breeze can save this avenue You can deny what you’ve heard but you know what is true Your problems live on till you solve them The best thing we’ve done is turned this radio loud Brought a riot to town or embraced a crowd Just so he knows and never sings so proud No, he doesn’t sing then, he screams, he screams Sing Mr. Saunder you drove here alone Your kids in the freezer and your life’s on the phone When streetlights turn on as I walk in the dark I feel more empty with each brighten spark [comments] => 1 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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