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These are the notes for a eulogy he was writing - Izzy’s waiting at the rainbow bridge Horses, dogs, and children can read our emotions All y'all know that, and why When children are born, they’re born a certain way And from that time on, always a good story to tell That last learned act of a whole man “Brotherly Love” and black powder He didn’t say anything about it - he knew better Black Sabbath Torture us with it in youth My brother knew I had a nice voice and liked to hear me sing A glacier He lived, a giant mile-wide going with the wind Drove, built things Any kind of shame, never Seen him scared, never And it was worth 30 years of waiting Beers at night Church in morning Native American, almost Pentocostal Spiritual side I'll never hunt the same way again Relenting passion It was the sweetest of times Sitting up here and telling you about Terry is Terry’s job We’d order breakfast and he’d order two As much as his facial hair, style and shape His lessons varied If you want to do any tai-chi, you can Go study up on it A rescuing Know, you don’t cuss Texas There are other leagues, bull fighting league too Terry was a cowboy fan of the Cowboys born in the 60’s And if my dad was able to do what he just did just then, Then I’d like to try out something Neu if I could Heart-sick from it, Know he was grateful for those he had yet to meet Thank you for letting me speak - I gotta go help my grandma now Many new adventures to all y'all plural Only those that are off the planet know Who've come together in the time of that soul’s passing from the dew
drop rise warming into the grassline & it's real glimmer, refraction across comes of the rise tell me a story of the last time
i forgot you and i’ll tell you a tale of the last time i lied Charisma of courage
To flow and funk Through the story of History that he and she Transform to we Humming, strumming, strutting like Ali Offering the knock-out musically Thinking through the truth to que the questions That spark the match That ignites passionate persuasion Here are from We flatline stone walls into dust We rise from the education of the heart Let’s discuss This together |
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