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Moon Rising

Frank had a ranch in Montana he'd ride his pygmy pony as i try to sing along my voice is a little hoarse as i ride my porcelain horse into the sun set

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Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 11/12/2019 1:17:00 PM

My brain went to some amusing places. Chuckles ~x

Jeff Connelly
Date: 11/14/2019 2:05:00 PM

Awww that doesn't sound like an amusing place Maureen. This poem is a mix of Frank Zappa's "Montana" and a line from something I was watching on YouTube.

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 11/14/2019 7:34:00 AM

I don't know if I should share ;), ...reminded me of my roommate holding my hand at 2am, shortly after I was out of the hospital- the binding qualities of the pain meds.

Jeff Connelly
Date: 11/12/2019 1:24:00 PM

Hahaha I'm proud my poem triggered these things Maureen. Care to share? (Seems I've submitted over the limit and so to Dickenson's character, no you can't have another lol. I've been writing all day with more on the way so I'll slip them in when I get the okay. Always a big THANKS Maureen for you reading and then commenting.