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A chip
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What becomes of the dear departed?
Oh! just memories ashened
blown in the wind.
There are no angels
I clipped their wings,
St Peter’s gat..
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When the snail cried out" Good God I'm hungry!"A man gave him a lettuce."Thank you! Thank you!" said the snail.Little did he know,the man was a chefan..
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Nothing good will come from man
while he hides his coverups;
from the bedroom,
fully dressed,
his lunch sealed,
to work he goes,
it’s all ..
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I looked everywhere
to find myself,
if only I looked
at my shadow.
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There was only one way to get rich,
have a paying audience believing.
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Allowing me to paint your darkness
was no more a ride
in your midnight hearse
gathering your ghosts
from the mists of time,
you spoke of tales of..
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Sitting in the memory chair,
a travelled mind unpacks,
recalling the moments
not lived in the chair
relived.
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There were stories
Mother never told,
but Dad filled you in,
maybe maths was void of emotion
where the nights were
just clear as day!
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While memories are
just moments over time divided,
life was more or less
moments subtracted by time.
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