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Ageless Lullaby

too ra loo ra loo ra... que sera...sera...

I don't know just where you are... 

so I'll wish upon a star...

somewhere asleep in my soul... there rocks a lullaby...

it's cradled like a baby, in my memory...

and it

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Two small poems... to 'bookend' The Boon of Memory

I don't know where to start...

nothing is as it seems

I will hold you in my heart...

hope to see you in my dreams...

 

   I wrote these lines twelve years ago to the day... the morning after my son…

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The Boon of Memory

I suppressed a shiver, as I watched the wild geese take wing

I prayed to the river, to send me a song I could sing...

blue in the face, of autumn ablaze...

struck by the sadness of the shortened days...

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Willie on the Wind 

my people always thought I was old for my age...always dreaming... they took me for strange... 
I heard your song of Crowfoot; and I shared his tears of rage... 
I heard the demons scream out on the buffalo range... 

oh…

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Red River Blues 

we all now women don't just 'disappear'... it's a fact that they're 'out there' somewhere... 
some sleeping restless, in a shallow grave... a semblance of 'justice' all that's left to crave... 
mothers, daughters, aunts and sisters, too... what would you…

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An Ounce of Possession; A Pound of Flesh

 ... Satan sneered and said " I've sure got something special for you, brother..." 
... he had whisky in one hand, and cocaine in the other... 
... I stuttered out the strains of some old sacred song; tried to start…

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The Wind in Willow's Hair...

from a child to a woman, she's more than passing fair

with laughter like music, and a smile so rare

it's magic of morning, the lark in the clear air

sure, it's breath of the angels; the wind in Willow's…

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...still working on it...

... well... still working on this whole thing... as mentioned; any revious work should show up in the 'comment' section, and I'll either re-visit that;or just let it slide and start 'fresh'...bear with me; this is a 'bear', indeed. love…

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Welcome to my blog...

  dennis O'Toole has been writing and performing original songs for decades in various genres and formats while staying active in solo, duo and band work in nightclub and concert venues. Having come up through the rough and tumble world of…