whistle dawn, Portland-

My heart rises with your sun;

So, I never left.

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lumbering winter,

stroll down Congress Street and leave.

follow me, winter.

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Poor Preble Street blues-

can’t get a fix or a meal.

the street  leaves me not.

 

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Hate and love simmer,

betrayal through words and deeds-

it’s all a set up.

 

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pavement has no heart-

doesn’t care about anything.

but at least it stays.

 

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My heart aches so bad,

all the trees look thin today.

why can’t love be real?

 

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losers are good folk-

they just feel too much too soon.

my mind sinks at dusk.