If it were so simple.


And I hide in the dark place
So cool, so dark, so alone
So me.

Though few can remember
Nor willing to admit
Like a cold damp Arkansas November
Caught out deep in the woods
With a slowly soaking rain
And a icy breeze.

A small place for a small man with a small face.

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