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His name was Brown, his face was blackhe walked alone outside ashack.A siren sang across the trackand signaled clear the next attack.A man in blue (a ..
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Your tears do not become your eyes.Would my guitar weep in their steadto drench and drown the shade that tries,and charm a smile when woe has fled,the..
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1The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud as he beats of humanity wrapped in a shroud.Well he beats of the rape and the killing of war a..
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1.There once was a couple of catsWho engaged in continuous spats. The result was a tie When each scratched out an eye �"An old-Bi..
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A sylph appears beneath
the night -beguiling smile and
touch invite...As honey flows and nectar
drips,Sweet laughter ripples
'cross her lips...Her..
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While midnight bats are gnawing gnats and feasting free unseen,a toddler’s fed from garbage sheds an elegant cuisine.Along the trails in distant..
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The midnight clings to dwarfish kingswhile robot drones, adorning thrones, kneel, bowing to the Old...Guard.Arrhythmic clocks and wooden box grace..
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A beggar clump adorns a dump, his pencil box in hand -With sightless eyes upon the skies he’s lying there unmanned.He’s fallen down in Sha..
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The Circus gongs excite the Throngs in nighttime Never Land.They swarm to see the destiny of Freaks at their command,while Acrobats step pitapat above..
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While I gaze in your eyes, cool cerulean blue,Sifting night, straining stars through morning’s sweet dew,I can fathom the depths of empyreal ski..
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