By B.K.
Date: 2004 Mar 28
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It's A Left Turn Right

It's a left turn night
The shadows write
The wagging of the tale  
Seems all in what you choose
It's your own bruising
Of no one to come home to
But then once you
Get your sense of high flying
Balance crashing ground
You're just happy
To still be standing
Lonely maybe
But at least smiling
On your own solid ground