She was tired of seeing me in my drunk costume.
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She was tired of seeing me in my drunk costume. She never did have any class. She never told me her name either.
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You see, I've been to the desert on a horse with no name. It felt good to be out of the rain. In the desert, you can't remember your name, but with her it didn' t matter. I was so
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happy to be riding her, my legs swaying to and fro as we gained momentum. I was so in the moment, I didn't notice at first when she began to get tired. Not until her front hoof
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buckled did I notice. The was tired, thirsty and hungry. I slid off my horse and gave her the rest of my water. The dunes marched on as far as the eye can see. I heard a howl.
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Then I heard an guzzling noise followed by a burp. I heard a rattle, a screech and a camel's roaring. My horse bolted. I walked over the dune & found a wind-up gramophone player
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with the record "Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" within. I brushed off the sand and cranked that baby up, taking me back to the good old days. The desert sun beat down , but
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the "Golden Slumbers" song really hit me and sent me to a state of nirvana. Gosh, I miss Sandy, a thought that suddenly penetrated my brain without warning. I miss the warmth
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of the sun. I miss the steam coming off a cup of decent coffee. Prison had incarcerated my spirit as well as my body. But the music and the depth of my longing changed me somehow.
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It was in solitary. I heard the the 1st score of a divine symphony in that dark cell. I played it out on the bars & It carried me through 40 yrs to the day I left a different man
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than I imagined I ever could have become. I knew philosophy. I knew law. I was ripped and had cool tats all over. There was a man I once knew, an attorney, and I owed him a visit.
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