Paul / chanzo greenidge

Paul by Twylight Seven

Paul,
On a rainy morning, the beaten streets might say your name
You were always here
In the stench of the bar, Paul,
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You know the stool,
The jukebox that never work, Paul
You know the *$!? that never &!@*…
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…The fire that understood,
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The child you never see, Paul,
The ward and the warden, Paul,
The raisin-in-the-sun,
Dreams that always could,
Memories that never did…
The drive home at night……………….Paul.
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I could always see the rum-cork
Turn off, turn on Paul,
Twis’-and-disappear Paul
Back-when-the-money-done Paul.
The daughter in England
Who never write Paul
And who could only call…about land.
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Well, I could always smell the rats,
.
the cutlass, and the rum bottle Paul
Hiding in the old car
Like gold, calling your name Paul
The liquid lover, white like your hair, Paul
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Rise and Fall….………………………………………Paul…
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On a rainy morning, the tired ground might say your name.

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