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Whistle Song

I see his hands I see his face
he walks with me miles without a trace
I see the tongue lapping at the sky
his junk ridden body poised to die
I see his blood covering up the moon
with needle on table and the silvery spoon
I see the tides baby rolling on in
I heard a man with a toothless grin

I feel the tears that baby pour like rain
I got the words wrong
but to me it's still pain
so to the mountain
baby into the sea
I found a place to hide away
from me
hide away from me
hide away from me

[whistle out]

©2014, Timothy James Swenson