It's a long story . . . and it's a long, strange, trip.
If you are reading this, God Bless You.
I have chosen my confessions, trying to keep up.
Lke a hurt, lost, and blinded fool, trying to keep an eye on you.
Now I've said too much.
I don't need to cry away each lonely night.
PROSE WISHES IT WERE POETRY,
POETRY WISHES IT WERE MUSIC.
MUSIC SIMPLY WISHES.
AND ALL THE WHILE,
IT'S LOVE THAT FULFILLS.
Listen well, my children, and you will hear.
If you dare . . .
© 2026 by Roy B. Santonil
So I did it.
Here's the full cover version of the song, with both parts.
[These Days] includes me trying to sing, as well as the lyrics
Also, the YouTube channel will be under a pseudonym >>> Clarence Quemuel -- long story.
Don't be cruel.
YouTube is hassling me about copyrights and whatnot.
We'll see how long this lasts.
© 2025 Roy B. Santonill
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| さとり |
the sea is parting.
was Pandemic a real thing?
payback coming soon
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ever write a poem?
haiku can get you started
neat quick and easy
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this Japanese style
can sometimes get annoying
but writing is fun
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this is what I do
Nice Work If You Can Get It
time to hit the course
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one more for the road
words are cages for your thots
I dislike spell check
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subscribe to my blog
humor will lighten the load---
dad jokes for the win
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seventh stanza here
don't want to use too much Time
another post Done
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fingers help me count
the syllables i needed
two finish this Peace
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/end fugue state
© 2022 Roy B. Santonil
