Sweet Dark Memories

Sweetest smell in the air,
as I walk by an old church.
Under a canopy of Spanish moss.
The sweet Queen,
rustles through my memory tonight.
I stroll happy in this sweet night.
At peace at last.
at peace with the past.
I loved you,dear lady,
unlike any other love.
Those pleasures are mine alone,
no one can take or share them.
Like Tommy Wolfe I can never go home.
7th Avenue does not exist in this world.
Let's take it down to a new level.
Take it down to sea level.
I am the pirate prince of Shadowville,
walking through sweet smoke and fog,
following a certain music!
-Will Dockery.

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