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    2016 - 02.10

    This year the winter has been so hard.

    Ravens they poke and scrape in my yard.

    Death walks with them hand in hand.

    Taking the old ones from this land.


    Many of our heroes have taken their leave

    Guitars and voices that cannot be retrieved.

    Ravens crow at deaths open door

    And we’re left alone still wanting more.


    I grew up with all their songs

    And they helped me stay so very strong

    But Ravens are still lurking in my yard

    This time of dying can be so hard.


    Ravens in the winter always speak of change.

    Rock and Roll will never be the the way.

    Right now a Raven is giving me the eye.

    But there is so much to do before I die.


    Souls come and then they go

    Leaving musical marks on our souls

    Ravens are deaths messenger for sure

    Tell me how much more can you endure?














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