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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My baby left me on a summers day, right before the draft snapped me up. I want you I need you! I love you! I cried to no one, for she was gone to seek fame and fortune. I was singing the “Mean Woman Blues” when Miss Clawdy came along and began tapping out the beat. She is the world’s worst beat-maker. “How’s the world treating you?” she asked me. Good Lawdy, Ms. Clawdy, I thought, but secretly, under my breath, wishing she would leave. “Don’t leave me now,” I told my love on the phone. “I thought we were playing for keeps.” “I want to be free,” she told me. “Tonight I go away on a mystery train but I love you because you are you. Don’t eat too much junk food now, after I am gone.” “Don’t leave me now,” I told her. “As long as I have you, I can handle the draft board and going to war.” “Sorry,” She said. “I gotta lotta living to do.” Then she hung up the phone, leaving me sad. It was too much for me. I cried like a baby. My young dreams were down the toilet now. I was creating a song about being a fool. I was writing it up, actually when my mama called me. “Are you all right?” she asked. “I had a feeling you needed some cheering up.” “That’s all right, Mama,” I said, “I cannot talk about it right now.” I went to sleep wondering if a fool such as I could ever find love again, wishing I too was on the mystery train. Wondering where it was taking my love. The “Mean Woman Blues” came back into my head, and I wrote four more verses before my eyes finally said “enough” and crashed me back to sleep. I slept ten hours straight. Depression will do that to you.
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