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Stephanie Macdonald Poem
My soul has a hole in it's pocket
And the pennies, they leave a trail
If you say you want my two cents
Then, come on down
And pick up what I've left behind
My mind has a curtain with tattered ends
And the wind just blows on through
If you say you need shelter from the sun
Then, come on down
And rest your weary head
My heart is beating to creepy tune
And the shivers run up my spine
If you say you need a story
Then, come on down
I have got one to tell to you
My song that I'm singing has no end
And the rhythm is like the sea
If you say you got the blues
Then, come on down
This boat will bring you through
My soul has a hole it's pocket
Bad memories, they leave a trail
If you say you need a fresh start
Then, come on down
I've found the path for you
Copyright © Stephanie Macdonald | Year Posted 2009
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