Upon the gravel road
Where I stood in vain
Heading into town
And you were passing by
So I looked away
Waiting for a sound
You should be married now
You should be married now
You should be married now
Upon the gravel road
Where I stood beside
Eyes of filling tears
Counting up the years
I had said, “Lorraine.”
And “Have you met my bride?”
You should be married now
You should be carried now
You should be married now
If only you would say
"Look the other way."
Upon the gravel road
Where we said goodbye
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Sawyer Phillips
Singer-songwriter recovering from an injury. *Now pursuing a career in creative writing* Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwinabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
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