ROSIE
© 2012 Lyman Louis

There’s a railroad track, forgotten line
Three switchbacks, to the top of the pines
And I walk up, and I walk on
She’ll never know, that I was gone

This river flows, from south to north
Starts in the mountains, flows back and forth
And I’ve been here, and I’ve been there
If she ever knew, she never cared

The ring ‘round Rosie, it’s fortune teller’s spell
And pockets of posies, will never cure my ills
I’m bound to her by a witches brew
And Rosie’s ring is held on with screws

The sky grows dark, and then goes black
Storm clouds rise, and then fall back
I crawl out, and I stand tall
While she brings down, one more squall

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Pockets full of posies
Could never break this ring
With every evil thing she’s done
I’m turning home again