Kevin Howell

I thought I couldn't go back again
remembering forgotten things
saying unsaid things
desires years ago I blame
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Here's an old story of the gadget man
he came like a storm, wonders in hand
it all happened in a smoke and flash
the marigold stranger, eyes hid under cap
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Just as that boy long ago listening to stories
sometimes we have to look back at our memories
I remember it like it was yesterday to me
sitting, hearing stories on my grandfather's knee
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Walking down that dark, winding path
I heard a train echoing in the night
and curious, I stopped and waited
for nothing this hour had ever passed by
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Rat a tat tat - the king he did sat
zing a sing ring - the servant he did bring
zoom a loom goon - a message from someone
saying look at all the king's
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Can you sell me that flower, please
I'm trying to impress
a certain lady-friend putting my love
to the test
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Can the naive ask, can a child question
when led quietly in the schools
things to many by only a few
silent exchange for the gold of fools
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As life makes its march by
I lose myself in a child's smile
at least for a little while
it all seems so clear now
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A date planned well beforehand
waiting for the right advance
she would sit and wait patiently
slowly stirring a cup of tea
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I decided one day to send out a note
'To each his own', I wrote
not expecting much of anything
but what I got back surprised me
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Who goes climbing over my fence
a neighbor boy, not past ten
I want no one here, save me
to be left alone I want to be
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Full moon spirals over my head
the sky is falling, turning blood red
the moon rears its face so high
I worship its constant life
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My wife and I sat down one day
to honey biscuits and gravy
and when the last of it was on my plate
what did she say to me
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One day a bunch of people got together
a thinker, a dreamer, a lover, and a plumber
a thinker to explain complex schemes
a dreamer to do nothing but dream
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The life of B. Gordon is a sad one
not a glad one
eyes of imagination won't see his dilemna
Light on his face is not a bright sun,
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Chlorine dreams, wish they could be seen
carnal screams, swimming in an ocean of green
bathing in sweetness, enveloped in coolness!
I would give my life
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From across the river, in the low country
to the warm embrace of southern hospitality
they all came, the rich and the farmers
the in, the out, the sons and the daughters
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Alpine expanse, green all around never ending
Clear horizon, the sky blue as can be seen
for miles and miles
Natural habitat, the natives undisturbed and living
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Our destiny is before us, my friend
It is........like the unseen wind that blows through the heights
It is like the icy winter snow
falling down from the sky
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When I set out for Heaven's wonders
I couldn't at first toss asunder
all my misconceived beliefs
thus began a fitful dream
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