Watchtower Poem by David Blake
Watchtower
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My words, my visions less
than ordaniry strange but
true. All is a dream a strange
reality filled with lies and
fools. Blessed by fortune and
time I lye naked before the
sun. Hoping for young lust
and fearing love. I wash my
hands of yesterdays sin.
Along the sea shore I walk
alone praying to a god that I
know is untrue.
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5/5/2024 2:20:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
all along the watchtower. Inventive poem. best care, sjg