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That Moon Again

  That Moon Again     Red-Winged Blackbird sittin’ on a fence His whole life makes perfect sense Eat when you can, sing when you might Fly all day; sleep all night   C There’s that moon again        It followed me all the way home Shining like a long-lost friend There’s that moon again   Old red pickup rollin’ down the road Bent and swayed from years of load Wired on parts, colored in rust Coughing and creaking and kicking up dust   C There’s that moon again It followed me all the way home Bright and steady now and then There’s that moon again   I used to have a dog; a dog named Ted Only knew one trick, lying in bed I used to yell at Ted to get out of my way When old Ted died, I cried all day   c There’s that moon again Follows me all the way home Ever there in thick and thin There’s that moon again   Ain’t much a man can count upon But tha...
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Where is Jesus

  Where is Jesus     I have lived long.  I have cried. I have been alone forever.  I have lied. No confession or reason why, But where is Jesus and where am I?   Clouds form greasy in the south. I should get my ass inside and shut my mouth. Rain is coming.  See the sky? Where is Jesus and where am I?   I’d tell you I am lonely but that doesn’t get me love, And pity doesn’t do it anymore Just a bit of mercy for the things I’m guilty of, A taste of love before I find the door.   I see trouble on the rise. Its shadow is familiar to my eyes. I lay low when I get high. Where is Jesus and where am I?   I need something I cannot see. There is a hollowness that pokes inside of me. Not to be rude.  Don’t mean to pry. But where is Jesus and where am I?    
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Blessed Are

  Blessed Are                ©2025JackDeremiah                                Celia struts the streets in giant hats and sparkled shoes Tommy’s worn the same toupee since nineteen ninety-two Donnie knows the Earth is flat and promises he’s right Blessed are the comfortable, for they have won the fight   Bobby mumbles poetry that won’t be understood Jane can see the future; it just does her no good Jimmy thinks his cape makes him invisible at night Blessed are the unseen, for they are given sight   C Don’t lend a hand to a normal man, he don’t need a thing Befriend the different, seek the odd, and the vision that they bring Each human is a work of art; there is no wrong or right Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light   Sean says he talked to God, an...
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  Dancing Naked.     I’d decided to be a nudist I was young and the weather was nice I spoke with Bella the Buddhist Who said I should start that night I jumped in my car and gunned it I didn’t have to pack a thing And once I’d finally done it All I want to do is sing   I’m dancing naked And I don’t give a damn Turn around if you can’t take it I’m perfect as I am I’m dancing naked You should do it too It’s a lovely way to spend a day And the sun’s so good for you   I knew this certain person Who didn’t want to take the chance But her condition worsened So, I took her to the nudie dance She was scared for just a minute But quickly felt at ease Now every song has her in it And she’s swingin’ like a coconut tree   She’s dancing naked And she don’t give a damn Turn around if you can’t take it She’s perfect as she am She’s dancing naked You should do it too It’s a perfect way to spend a day ...
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