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May 2010
"What is there to say"
Not much i guess
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"Have you told a lie today?"
"I bet YOU did?"
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"The sky is on fire"
"Such randomness"
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"What if i said i love you?
Would say it back?"
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"You haven't a clear thought
in your head at all, have you?"
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Much like the wind
that flows across the sky
or the moon that moves
without the naked eye
I see what i want and
hear what i can
Does that make me no less a man?

I think not, there for i am.
I haven't a clear thought,
and you have no head.

I guess I'm just rambling,
but thats all we ever do.
Rumble about this or that,
it doesn't really matter
if you shower or bath.

Well this doesn't make much sense?
How can it be?
Should i listen to structure,
the song of the bee.

Forever and over the light passes through.
From night time to day time,
listen to the Sioux.
The soul of the earth is dark and corrupt
are these just words, they cause such a fuss.

I'm done rambling, for now.
If I see you again it will be in the sky.
(c) Isaac C. Thornhill
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Isaac C. Thornhill
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