August 30th, 2022Local Lines
He stopped me in my tracks,
I had to reconsider my way of living,
nothing to do with the ways of whites or blacks,
only the vibes I felt while he was singing.
I feel his resonance deep inside my bones,
resounding often at quiet times of day,
amazing, this inner music of deeper zones,
things I can sing, songs my bones can play.
- James Baillie
James is a lazy and industrious, happy and sad, normalish bloke growing from old to ancient and loving it.
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