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This trap Creates a trance Looking down Things would be different How natural is it Inside a snow globe Run by computers Practicing witchcraft As accidents happen In cars an in houses And the crooked ones Create more Holdens More scapegoats ***** dumber than rocks In a storm with a raincoat Looking up Things should be different As Santa claws through our heads Our minds wish for mud dolls What will they look like In heaven’s matinee- Blood on the snow Under a blue sky
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
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This trap Creates a trance Looking down Things would be different How natural is it Inside a snow globe Run by computers Practicing witchcraft As accidents happen In cars an in houses And the crooked ones Create more Holdens More scapegoats ***** dumber than rocks In a storm with a raincoat Looking up Things should be different As Santa claws through our heads Our minds wish for mud dolls What will they look like In heaven’s matinee- Blood on the snow Under a blue sky
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Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
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