Ozy And Millie: Like everybody else?

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  1. What does Millie want?

    She wants a Dad to tuck her in at night, tell her stories and give her rides on his shoulders.

    In other words, she wants what ANY little girl her age would want.

    And it’s so sad that she can’t have it.

    • That is tragic, but that’s life and something she’ll have to live with. But then again, she didn’t even care that he was a kid, but just the fact she had a Dad at all was enough brighten her day.

    • If I’m reading the dynamics between Millie’s Mom and Ozy’s Dad right, she’ll get it. Or something like it.

    • If I remember correctly, it belongs to Ozy. He frequently uses it, or one similar to it, when he’s singing the Blues with Millie.

    • Maybe not, when was the last time you saw Millie practice? His guitar looks like it’s been plucked a few times.

  2. Crimson flames tied through my ears
    Rollin’ high and mighty traps
    Pounced with fire on flaming roads
    Using ideas as my maps
    “We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
    Proud ’neath heated brow
    Ah, but I was so much older then
    I’m younger than that now

    Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
    “Rip down all hate,” I screamed
    Lies that life is black and white
    Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
    Romantic facts of musketeers
    Foundationed deep, somehow
    Ah, but I was so much older then
    I’m younger than that now

    Girls’ faces formed the forward path
    From phony jealousy
    To memorizing politics
    Of ancient history
    Flung down by corpse evangelists
    Unthought of, though, somehow
    Ah, but I was so much older then
    I’m younger than that now

    A self-ordained professor’s tongue
    Too serious to fool
    Spouted out that liberty
    Is just equality in school
    “Equality,” I spoke the word
    As if a wedding vow
    Ah, but I was so much older then
    I’m younger than that now

    In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
    At the mongrel dogs who teach
    Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
    In the instant that I preach
    My pathway led by confusion boats
    Mutiny from stern to bow
    Ah, but I was so much older then
    I’m younger than that now

    Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
    Too noble to neglect
    Deceived me into thinking
    I had something to protect
    Good and bad, I define these terms
    Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
    Ah, but I was so much older then
    I’m younger than that now

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