Lawrence Hall
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A Fugitive in His Haunted Night
A police car parked in
front of the house
They say there’s a
fugitive in the woods
Bailed out of his truck on
a county road
Abandoning his girlfriend
to be nabbed
Well, poor man, he’s lost
his truck and his girl
And gained mosquitoes, snakes,
coyotes, heat
A fading MePhone signal,
rain, rot, mud
And another three years in
a white cotton suit
Why?
Perhaps, like many another
poor soul
He lost his way while
searching for elusive Truth
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