A sea full of trees
in a field of corn
where the mist comes in waves
and the dreamers are born
*
beware of the sharks
lurking down near the creek
their sarcasm is sharper
than the bite of their teeth
*
small town ignorance
sure, that's what you may think
but we all wear the pants
when we spit in the sink
*
we may know everyone
by their given nicknames
not much under the sun
beats - 15 minutes of fame
*
We may be a bit slower
than you'd like us to be
a week ending churchgoer
where the forgiveness is free
*
At night as the sun sets
you will find us in awe
cause as good as it could get
this is where we belong
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Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
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Comments (2)
So idyllic! For all their flaws, when small towns work for you, they're wonderful. (If you're an outsider, maybe not so much. But even then it can be good. And those sunsets are fantastic.)
This seems to be quite the description of a country dweller.