The Talented Noone
Flag-waving, crowd stamping
Progress gaining through the storm
Of people cheering, dissapearing
Inside the confines of the tented room
Colours flashing, air vibrating
With the facade of the rainbow
Thrilling all to wonderment screaming
At the soaring center of the show
To noone crying, plumed and flying
Ascended above a sea of opened mouths
Each show endures a little more dieing
Till supplies finally run out.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Counselling is a Lie
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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