Billy Loving Biography

Body bent and twisted
Gnarled fingers gripping his cane
Face weathered with age
An old man enters the bar
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A luminous full moon fills the sky
While I sit, I sob and cry
A ghastly site
Lies there in the night
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Through the trees
Behind a swarm of bees
Lies a secret trail
They travel without fail
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Of this world, not long to be
From this prison, finally free
No hope, too late
It's only death, I await
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Relaxing, tantalizing foray
From work, a brief respite
Enjoying a beautiful spring day
In the cooling breeze, I delight
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