Tabor burning:1983
johnClare stokes
Oh the dark secrets that could be learned
If we were only given the gift to discern
Why we could see by the expression
The inner thoughts so long repressing
In the eyes know without a doubt
That in eighty three with whom you were out
Why now after all these years
You still shed those mysterious tears
We could even tell without a smell
The smoke from the fires you made
And how so long ago with matches you played.
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