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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Sandpipers Call Sandpipers Call amongst the garbage along the shore, Tumbleweeds dance from dusk till dawn Tumbleweeds roll as time goes by, And time should stand still for love? But: Only Tumbleweeds roll roll back and fro making love to the wind. Flying lost, in a blue sky, never knowing why, Doves fly when curtains Call Crying doves. Scatter, as curtains fall, Peregrine falcon,, hits and death calls,, And a spray of bloody feathers,, In a garden of angels,, watch them fall,, As a cold east wind blows from the west Marking the spot where Sandpipers Call. And Tumbleweeds yawn at break of dawn And race each other down empty streets, only stopping to keep each other warm, Lost again where broken hearts meet Dust storms. Whistle a warning, Broken windmills answer with creaking rusting calls that last forever. For time is the enemy of broken hearts, Leaving you breathless as, Strangers walk hand in hand among the garbage along the shore, where, Sandpipers Call. Tumbleweeds play hide and seek, .....until dawn, in the cemetery on the hill where old cowboys lie, waiting for Jesus lost in the garbage along the shore. And Sandpipers mourn for dying doves. As Tumbleweeds the traveling kind Remind us that love is blind as they March through broken windows and open doors, a spray of bloody feathers fall. Tumbleweeds play hide and seek until dawn Dust devil's whistle a warning, broken windmills answer with squeaking rusting calls and they'll sing that way for broken hearts. Lost forever. At last the Tumbleweeds, call to the dying Sandpipers, dying in the rotting garbage and seaweeds strewn along the shore.. Home..
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