Oh the light climbs over your shoulder
And sinks its claws through your eyes
I guess it's time to turn over
Yeah the sounds down the hall smell like breakfast
And your stomach longs to join in
But dreams are sweeter to the taste
It is easier to sleep without a brain
And better not to wake up with yesterday's eyes
But it seems I've lost the knack again
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Marmite and Peanut Butter
The spreads came home today not the ones I first brought in These are generations removed from their founding slathers... Yet somehow the s...
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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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