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Look to the skies, the monsters cried loud A warning will come from the sky We waited for fire to fall from a cloud Certain that we would soon die Time is short, the end is near The monsters cried … Continue reading

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Where have all the children gone, marching off to peace Singing songs and waving flags and crying up the heaven Praying to their inner gods that fighting all would cease Shouting to the world with the sound turned to eleven … Continue reading

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Look, just don’t near that place I don’t care if there’s holes in the fence It’s the scene of a horrible murder case Still unsolved—what are you, dense? Did you notice the row of dolls on the shelf? They’re all … Continue reading

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It’s a small thing as these things go Nothing to lose any sleep about I don’t know why it hurts me so Not that much to go without It’s not as if God promised me That what I want is … Continue reading

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One man’s highway is another man’s maze Our eyes don’t always work the same The problem that you’ve sweated for days To someone else might seem quite tame What I seek is out of reach Though well within another’s grasp … Continue reading

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I’ve folded clothes and fed the cat and watered all the plants Cleaned the kitchen, put away the books, done the shopping for the week Put the trash out, took the wash in, sprayed the walk for ants Wiped the … Continue reading

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What if I came to your door And reminded you of when You said that you’d love me forevermore Would you let me in? When time was just a shadow moving on the wall And the world was nothing more … Continue reading

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Sunrise is another country A place I’ve heard of, but not been Beyond the sky, beyond the sea Inhabited by different men They don’t speak my language there A dialect of future tense Their words are made for different air … Continue reading

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Mister Bradley Mister Martin on a subway train Electrified briefcases and poison ice cream Not a doubt in the heart or a fear in the brain Major mission men with a secret scheme Mister Martin Mister Bradley camera eyes Invisible … Continue reading

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Not dead but somehow still a ghost I through these haunted hallways pass Unseen by all, unheard by most A stranger’s statue made of glass And who was here? Not I, not me Some other’s feet disturbed this dust Some … Continue reading

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