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| "PRODIGAL" |
| I hear the clack of dead men's bones; the sound I'm making going home, dry and crusty down this dusty road. There is a heart that sings for me and swings to me. Love so gripping it sends leather ripping down the path. Enfolding massive muscled arms disperse the wrath and hold me so perfectly that joy, unknown since I was a boy, makes me gasp.. forever. Copyright 2000 By David Loomis |
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