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By Jack Joseph Smith
No Way Of Stopping Her
Her mind gets so, that she feels less than far, if not gone
A place where music is always an accompanyment in her way of don't
When the dream refuses to stop the crow still puts her back on land
Across the mountains and against the sea,
is A long tiME,
to where wisdom gets cross with the yelling
At the start is concrete santuary into tomestone silver night
Possibly the first find to place the lay of beer and brisket
To explain while having a kiss what war is really like
Without a word of fighting the world is again gone come sunset
Watching how troublesome is the river I am
No walking away friends, happening to like it
And it is tough to yank away from stars to SAND
Each time the world sees I've arrived as a genius
afraid of nothing
GIVING UP SLOPPY THOUGHT