Venetian Sunset
Hills cut out of the clouds
Houses like fireflies dot
The light and shade
Congeeled from billowing
Greyness silhoueted
By flaming irridecence
Kissing the horison
In tearsome farewell
Chill tears of parting
Sift down from the heavens
To send sadness rippling
Through grey-scale world
Tuesday, August 24, 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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