Red Rot

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golden garden (joni mitchell's woodstock)

not my blonde days high
voice but my brown skin
light dreams of a
canada
so long
past eve's garden
dark past stardust
days of
my parents
past remembered through new
eyes old blood
unmolested country
roads tramp
led little
town desecrated
glory
and i heard him,
"would we get back to the garden,
if we could?"

12:26 a.m. - 2011-03-25

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