For the Depot
Rhob Cunningham
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I met you of a morning The sun upon Winetavern Dead or sleeping, looking pretty worse for wear The only person passing And partial to persuasion You pined for help, I called it in, faked a chair You'd been this bold a fair while And fared worse than this morning You told me of a coach that should have stretched you home A battle raged internal To fast or swipe a bottle You wiped your face, confessed to two you took today With evidence rising Efforts change The red that stained your clothing For blood, I had mistaken Spying your hands you'd think mine never worked a day Your mother, she adored you Father died before you He took his life when you were just a kiddo So help communes at Simon's And High Park if they'll have you You wished me well, left me for the depot With evidence rising Efforts change
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