The Mags of Discovery

The Mags of Discovery

It was ends of roads with times of dust

With too much coffee and not enough sleep

Frankie made his last run in straight pipe

On trails of black top with consonance

 Making that last stand on memories

In the scenes of its way

With the block of its power

Showing that way

With the hour of solitaire

And the tunes of freedom

There were the hills in space

Lost in valleys of bush

Giving that show

Of fuel in incense

Where minds no logic

On a laugh with its show …..

Written By – BLaine Robert Parker

Date Written – July 05 , 2016 A.D.

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