Yes, everybody knows how hot it is
They know like farmers know how dry it is
And just how easy dying early is
No secrets have been kept from us on this.
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Yes, everybody knows the wilderness
Takes forty years to bear, and if you cross
It riding on a horse, it has no name,
And ere you cross, you'll bear a cross of shame.
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Yes, everybody knows you can't turn back,
Your back is whence you've come, where night is black
And in the night the people still hold back
Instead of letting go of ancient facts.
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Yes, everybody knows the desert's lonely
The few, the far between will keep you comp'ny
And still there's hope that as you pass them by,
They might remain, and have your back this time.
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Yes, everybody knows you can't avoid
The desert, it's a place where all must go
Eventually you'll surely come to know
Your efforts won't prevent it being so.
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The Request Book
PoetryThis book of poems contains my poems written to your requests (including, in some cases, requests that you did not make and that I imagined). Anyone may make a request for a poem on any subject and I will do my best. Please leave a comment and I w...
