• Re: She Sleeps Tight / Will Dockery

    From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to All on Mon May 30 20:20:55 2022
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    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Test post.

    🙂

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  • From General-Zod@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Fri Jun 3 21:40:32 2022
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    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Sat Jun 4 04:09:01 2022
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!


    Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Tue Jun 21 00:38:18 2022
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!

    Good evening my friend, I hope you and Mike are doing well tonight.

    🙂

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Fri Jun 24 19:20:08 2022
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!


    Good afternoon my friend and thanks again for reading and commenting.

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Wed Aug 10 04:57:44 2022
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!


    Good evening, my friend, and thanks again for the nod.

    🙂

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Thu Aug 25 04:47:34 2022
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!


    Thanks again.

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Sat Aug 27 21:32:24 2022
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!


    Thanks again my friend.

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  • From Victor H.@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Tue Aug 30 20:34:56 2022
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    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Test post.

    🙂


    Another of your greatest....

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Fri Sep 2 03:59:32 2022
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    Zod wrote:
    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery



    Another of your greatest....

    Good evening, thanks again.

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Thu Sep 8 03:15:05 2022
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!

    Thanks again for reading and commenting.

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Sat Sep 10 05:35:04 2022
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    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery




    Another of your greatest....

    Good morning, thanks again.

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Mon Sep 12 12:48:37 2022
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!


    Thanks again for the nod, my friend.

    🙂

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Wed Sep 14 02:59:58 2022
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    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!

    Thanks again for listening and commenting, my friend.

    🙂

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  • From Victor H.@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Mon Oct 3 21:15:33 2022
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    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Test post.

    🙂

    Hi there Doc... the post worked....!

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to Zod on Fri Oct 7 13:30:22 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Test post.



    Hi there Doc... the post worked....!


    Good morning, my friend, thanks again for checking this thread.

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Wed Oct 12 05:35:33 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!

    Good morning, thanks again for reading and commenting.

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Mon Nov 14 15:35:29 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!


    Thanks again for reading and commenting.

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Fri Nov 18 14:04:37 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!

    Good morning, another reality based poem.

    🙂

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  • From W-Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Tue Nov 22 16:32:23 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!

    Thanks again.

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Thu Nov 24 18:08:16 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!

    Thanks again, my friend.

    🙂

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  • From General-Zod@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Tue Nov 29 21:27:20 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Will Dockery wrote:

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Outstanding...!


    Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.


    Being the poetry lover that I am, it was not a problem...!

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Wed Nov 30 17:20:36 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:


    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery



    Being the poetry lover that I am, it was not a problem...!

    Good afternoon, my friend.

    🙂

    --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
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  • From General-Zod@21:1/5 to Will Dockery on Mon Dec 5 22:11:36 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Quite good, and my art can be observed on the video for this poem.... since Pen has shown an interest....


    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU

    ************ "She Sleeps Tight", vocals by Will Dockery & Sandy Madaris, guitars by Brian Mallard. Paintings by George Sulzbach. ******************

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  • From W.Dockery@21:1/5 to General-Zod on Tue Dec 6 12:27:06 2022
    XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments

    General-Zod wrote:

    Will Dockery wrote:

    She Sleeps Tight

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.
    Dice and coins
    scattered in the snow.

    Won't be long,
    until I see her face.
    She's waiting
    in an undisclosed place.
    I've been conspired
    banned from my muse.

    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.
    This won't stick
    poor boy's all confused.

    In Salem town
    she keeps her chin so high.
    Darkened breeze
    she smiles as I roll by.
    Step inside
    she looks for tables left.

    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.
    Wink at time
    nothing lasts except yourself.

    Like a Steamboat
    she plans to roll on down.
    To the Gulf
    out of this dirty town.
    Copper mesh
    kept stuffed in a jar.

    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.
    Sharp cold hit
    turning wine to water.

    We know him
    eye deed by his ship.
    In a trap
    a kind of goosechase trip.
    Whiskey fumes
    and stale gunsmoke.

    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.
    Sunk and drowned
    with all her knives and jokes.

    Sleeps so tight
    she has a marksman's eye.
    Maker's mark
    tattoo firewater spine.
    Leather shoes
    but nowhere to go.

    -Will Dockery

    Quite good, and my art can be observed on the video for this poem.... since Pen has shown an interest....


    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU

    ************ "She Sleeps Tight", vocals by Will Dockery & Sandy Madaris, guitars by Brian Mallard. Paintings by George Sulzbach. ******************

    Yes, those were my picks, personal favorites of your work at the time.

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