Marsh monster lives below the surface
near the path
In misty weather, when the innocent walk past
he grabs a leg, pulls them down

He once was an angel
pierced in flight
twisted and torn

When he talks
you'd think he sat at the right hand of god
he finds the lines easy
his strongest memory

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I Thought I Might Call

but wasn't sure
and in the end, I didn't

I've been thinking about home
and friends and new places
and it's one of those
start a line, cross it out
start another, cross it out

It's not just the miles travelled
the strange beds and odd pillows
it's the new frontiers
old dreams with new colours
new dreams

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