Stars N Dust
stardust road gets a little dusty,
down them lonesome miles to home,
and the friend we gave our trust to ,
has become no friend of mine,
but onward yet we travel,
ever looking for a sign,
thoughts might there unravel,
till i get another rhyme,
but i'm lonesome most the time,
and the mirror says a crime,
but its only thoughts of sadness,
where is me bloody wine...
re p.d. 'Stardust Road'
Don Johnson
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