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Dislocated Lady (Sonnet Form)
I just might fly far in to the next world
where I'll finally be happy and fine.
No, it will not be until the next world
that I will look and find you've left my mind.
See my wings melt and the
weather turn black?
The birds will tell you that I'm not a real lark.
I hold the torch high when this world goes black --
paint brilliant sunsets that glow after dark.
Dislocated lady, smile out of time!
Men write sorrowful tunes for voice and harp.
You have been sketched, filmed, even made to rhyme.
Bright flames dance in your casual heart.
Despite the fine show, when the moonlight glows
your spirit flows to Michelangelo.
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Written by Alan Mark Train
Copyright © 1981/2009,
Library of
Congress Registration# 49-456
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Take One (Recorded
live in 2 passes with Leo Holzer on drums and bass, 2000)
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Story Telling That
Makes A
Difference
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