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Date: Sun, 1 May 2005 12:00AM PDT)
From: Send an Instant Message "John French" <mosshead7@yahoo.com>
Subject: a village clock in the tower of a church
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a village clock in the tower of a church


so yesterday i wrote this piece of music while holding thoughts in my head - a love buzz - her shiny eyes, hair and smile burned into my consciousness from the TV tower.


yeah, and sending out the vibrations of this instrumental piece on an electric acoustic guitar w/ good intent -


in the cold light of day some people blacken their hearts like coal and become cold as steel sitting in an april warehouse - and, then a few can overcome that slip into gray rainy days and appreciate the red and yellow tulips dripping alongside rot iron fences - muted red brick sidewalks saturated by spring showers - memories of the villa like courtyard and big patio of where most of life was spent - down in the old mainstream flowing through the little valley of an indian jewel - rushing with rain water from heavy clouds in the heavens we all crawl under -


and the morning after - earth like a spent satiated lover - stretching the fresh sunshine from tree to tree - finding a way back to you


you i think about while a village clock in the tower of a church rests in the warm sky of a blue sunday - i think of you and the strings i've strummed in your name - sad & lonely but never in vain


- no sign it ever rained.

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Poetry  By John Alan Conte`, Jr.
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