The Misadventures Of An Adventurer-5 Running faster at every stop sign Through memories of hissing sea And mountain tops, Shows of stars And abandoned fields With stories untold, She had stories now to tell. Home with Sunday winds Old men in sweater vests And royalty weeded around blonde curls On top of a red dress Under forest eyes Looking at white feet In needy grass. A mother's concern ringing from a broken window The clothesline solitary in the sky The sun dressed in gold, No curtain of cloud to hide behind Checkered cloth in a warm hand The misadventures of an adventurer.
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