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He lives in Georgia, USA, but is originally from New England.
Garden of Souls
I may be the Tinman searching for a heart
except I haven't had much time to look these days
The road to Oz still keeps me going
sights I see seem more important than the steps I take
Once though, in a maze of crazy streets and alleys
I came to a gentle wall that blocked my way
A garden lay beyond its mossy crenellations
I could smell the blue, sweet scent of lilacs
ivory petals drifted down a sighing wind
I envied small birds that danced above it
envied the flowers blossoming within
I sat in shadows waiting
wondered what it must be like inside
but a doorway never opened
and I've grown too old to climb
Everyone's garden is a private place
mine must be the yellow bricks I stride
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