Ron Rowland

It Was Good While It Lasted

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It Was Good While It Lasted This dirt road takes me far from the city Left behind is my self-doubt and pity Through twist and turn my travels unfold With rose-colored glasses the tales are told Around the bend that always haunts me Is the open meadow that beckons softly The sun through the trees […]

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School Days

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School Days Monday morning starts with the blues Then the dappled sunlight improves the hues History is just bittersweet chronicles of the past While math hits the bulls-eye, making it a blast I guess you can tell what I enjoy most But when the final bell rings, school becomes a ghost —— This is my

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