Sombrero Ballad Set Poem by Pierre Rausch

The solid concrete
Mediashape to the love
I'd know I get scared
A crude whistle
Oh Noria you got here
He turned and switched
That there was one
Claiming an apology
He left me alone
A fainting fit
The Hillybilly museum
Of sources she would
When dead's have been
A wedding to the edding
But there may aggregate
Sombrero ballad set
Sombrero ballad set
And there may aggregate
Sombrero ballad set
Sombrero ballad set
Somewhere there where
Were neither saintly
And didn't let go
It's an understanding
We can and will