The red summer sun sits in mystical places, black are the nights of summers’ days end, we’ll find the speck of truth in each riddle, hold the first grain of love in our hands… Come on, I’m a Whistler. I have a fife and I’ve come to play. Lyrics from “The Whistler”– A song by the superior genius of Jethro Tull. Frankie The Earthman.
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Poet...Prophet....Teacher.... one foot in this world the other one in the next...Frankie The Earthman. View all posts by flyraventhepoet