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Mar 2017
There are four kinds of people
The one getting rich
off of all those he can see
The one who admires the game
but hasn’t won yet
The one who knows better
and...

It’s the saddest point of all
When we’re burying the past
at land or at sea
The generation last is finally us
when we finally forget
It's not the one kids care to know
except...

I don’t think I am anything
I just tell you what I think
as it comes to me
I’m not above anybody else
at least none that I’ve met
I just know how high I want to be
with...

There is no life without strife
No life without a burial
and even that is not free
Take an eye coin from the fire
and flip it for our next bet
Still I would suffer all the same
for...

Take me to the oldest marking
The one with my name upon it
from a long lost century
Would it be carved with a serpent
upon the stone that was set
Or a dove with a message of love
from...
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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