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Jun 2011
Striding down the tiles with the invisible hat,
So many steps up from the baseball bat.
Not really sure what its supposed to achieve,
If you hold it to his head do you expect him to leave?

A silly little boy with a faulty eye doctor,
I've never been so anxious to see a woman on the alter.
Tomorrow is a fun house, so come and step inside.
The devil's got his plan, but its his turn to hide.

I've driven to far from the parallel lines,
But if I drove too slow I'd be what's on my mind.
With a 2 start closet and a 5 star wish,
Grab some X-ray goggles before you catch this fish.

They say you never know what you've got until its gone,
But once the words slow down I'll have read them wrong.
It'll be a while before the numbers reach the sun,
Grab the button from your backpack and press it just once.

I wonder what its like to be a mother of five,
She says I'm too intense, well I hope this here provides.
With one hidden key and a visible lock,
Grab your lunch, pop a squat, and listen to me talk.

I'm not going to bring up what brought me down,
Tell me if you find Waldo driving through town.
The two ends tie together, see through the lens in your hand,
But when this glass becomes a mirror, you know where I am.
Emily Anne
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Emily Anne
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   Zack Phillips
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