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By B.K. Date: 2015 Jun 20 Comment on this Work [[2015.06.20.05.07.1192]] |
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Critters know my gentleness my kindness I throw on the high beams turn up the rock and roll down the windows They still cross the road right in front of me They bring the entire family to see the woman that is sensitive That will honor their presence You were the one that looked out for me That honored my presence I was the dear in your headlights I knew you had my back I wondered who had yours Your games were far beyond my grasp All I could do was watch and wait Hoping you too could keep crossing that road That there was a wild woman in a tall jeep renegade With the beams on high and Beethovens 5th blasting hard Who tried in her own way to protect you too If and when I get to confront you on the other side of where ever I will either just cry Or punch your nose in This time I get to choose ©bk June 20, 2015 |