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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3550 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Time Spent on a Splendid Thing Michael Donahue I come from the storm-swept plain where you'd find your fortune and spend it young. Along the sweltering rails or in damp ditches I'd my trade but was nothing but a dirt tramp rich in town at dusk. At the briar fence I could spend daylight like it was weeds, wear a coat of hide for humble prairie blooms. In your room, matters of gentleman handlers, bruisers or coolers were of no regard against my palmful of sunshine. In your room a giggle would cleanse me, for a few moments, that a hundred days could never cover. Mr. Industry drives me again, another bull in a herd tan and tired over meadows straight through hills gives me bean at night, and my dollar for the gold of morning. Down here, three weeks out, I've got a pocket for you when Mr. Bank calls me man, I've got sunlight that our tramp past might smile at the bright of day. I come from your arms and break against the storm-swept plains an answer collecting my youth in as many nights as I spend away from the briar. |
