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Homophones

I like making

plans I know I won't make,

I just like they're there.  

It's sort of like how we prepare

in our cars with airbags.  

Sometimes we thank God

they're there.

 

I like waiting at

bottoms of skyscrapers to catch

cripples' stares on stairs.

It's living up to a dare

trying to walk with one leg, one

crutch going up, look at their

Stares on stairs.

 

It wasn't a hippy

in tie dye that gave me

that squabbled piece of peace.

It was a horrid beast

who claimed I was the first

to not shoot, he gave me his last

Piece of peace.

 

I didn't like the tone

of his voice when he said

you can't bare the bear

Even outside the lair

you'll shave his fur and run your

hands in your hair, you

can't bare the bear.

 

I have years of your

wind pattern because my

vane detects vain in your veins.

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hank-roberts
30 / M / American
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Mar 18, 2013
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