Quiet Word

Quiet word
I am the quiet word  you  hear ,
That  warns  you when, trouble is near,
The feeling you get, going out the door, 
Did you turn off the power, are you surely, sure,

The voice that says,
 “I know it’s him.”
Know his hide in a whip,
 that’s old Slim.

The phone it rings, yes that is mum,
And soon she is, a talking, some,
You thought of her, she thought of you,
Connection, called her into view.

You saw a friend, who is sick today,
Got the feeling, he’d go away,
Now in the paper, there you read,
He died today, you wish “God speed.”

Forboding comes you know the score ,
Before it happens , and for sure ,
Not  wanting to know it more,
The feeling it’s creating. 

30-july-11

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