If winds blew west
If rivers flowed up hills
If I had not been so blessed
If I didn’t need these pills
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The white panther pads Alight against the grey of winter Stalking through the cemetery Walking there alongside me The white panth... -
Music plays as I hold momentarily while waiting for a representative It loops over and over plucking out a never-ending refrain as a r...
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