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Richie Gecko
It's a Dark Night
hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
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Date: 2011-08-12 03:19 pm (UTC)I can only tell you what I know, Mr. Gecko. As of right now, you are an unassigned inmate. [No, he doesn't know why the Admiral lets inmates run free for a week, if not longer. Quite a dumb way to run a prison, if you ask him. Except... no one did, so. He keeps his opinions to himself.]
Regarding your glasses, I should be able to fix them. How are they broken?