David Whalen Biography

A Spring morning
A warm Breeze
doves cooing softly
Pollen dusted trees
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Do you put your cart before the horse
Do you cast pearls before swine
Do you let things run their course
Are you just in the nick of time
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It's not lyrics…but
whispers
That lie ‘neath the melody
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I want to clear this matter up some way
And at the same time make my point

That love note I sent you the other day?
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Barren fields…empty places
Mind devoid of idea and rhyme
Sterile imagination…featureless faces
Webs in memories, frozen in time
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