Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
Will Dockery wrote:
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
One of your most lovely poems Doc...
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
(From the archives)
Will Dockery wrote:
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
(From the archives)
Cool cool
Will Dockery wrote:
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
One of your most lovely poems Doc...
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
One of your most lovely poems Doc...
Good afternoon, thanks again.
Will Dockery wrote:
Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
One of your most lovely poems Doc... Good DAY to you
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
Will Dockery wrote:
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
Quite good, it plays out like a short film....
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
(From the archives)
Will Dockery wrote:
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
(From the archives)
One of the best.....
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
(From the archives)
Will Dockery wrote:
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
One of your most lovely poems Doc...
Will Dockery wrote:
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
One of your most lovely poems Doc...
Will Dockery wrote:
Mari
She's got a dress
blue with yellow stars
blues and yellows
and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I saw Brookwood demolished
and I thought about
that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol
star-like squiggles
the flame had affected her some.
I saw the multicolored fire
it skipped frantically across alandscape.
This is not really a balcony
and you're more than a woman.
I felt the softness
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue.
Stencil writings.
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
This is not really what is seems like
is it?
This is not more than a balcony
and you're only a woman.
-Will Dockery
One of your most lovely poems Doc...
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