pictureshow room

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pictureshow room

the wind blows chill
over harrison hill
but that’s not what
they called it then
when you were young
with prospects so dim

made to ride
the fast flyer
down steep steep streets
were you left
to sink or swim

your eyes glow moon
in the pictureshow room
all dreamy
in the night
searching for a love
that you can hold

follow down
that storyline
you lost all
that you had known
a sudden turn
a red herring
in the fold

michael mcguane reliablebowmusic