MONEY WORRIES dreaming of an owl hooting in my face waking late to a low sky gray withholding light fire to build Sunday morning network news shows with politics and personal vignettes of the ordinary middle hearted starvation we can plan for the road is gray as the sky it only pretends to go where I'm going I only go there to get money the violence of the storm descends till it reaches earth which it cannot toss about your troubles your troubles my troubles the wind's power is in its voice who can tell the difference between your voice and mine rain it's warm like spring but the black twigs spell out the real season we talk it's serious it's someone's life goddammit tonight at home high wind tornado watch stay calm
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