On a road you never chose yourself. City surrounded everybody with its glowing from the Sun, stones, asphalt and annoying cars. The drivers stuck in the traffic seemed to be half-dead. It seemed like not only the water evaporated but also everything humane with it. He called me a week ago and wanted to meet me, but I was out of town with all my errands that new boss throws on my head. In my memories, he was a rock star, a sex bomb, a footb.

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The beauty of poetry is like the beauty of stars in the nightly sky. In the crisp mountain air. Up high by the clouds. The dawn is breaking free. As the dusk dies away. But up in the Colorado Rockies. There is no person that cares. For there is no one here anymore. The town that once was. No more people living here. The gold and the whisky. Has long ago run out. The elk and also the deer. Are the residents now,.

Musings on Songs that Strike a Chord Tonight. Written and Performed by Bob Dylan. You can hear a live version here. You can find the lyrics here. And a song to make us think before asking one more soldier to pick up a weapon overseas.