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May 2013
What the hell are you saying nowadays?
Running off the children,
Tainting the allure with excessive fog induced effects.

Why should they want to hear you if they
don't know what you're saying?
Take a moment, wash your lens
with pristine sheen--clear the speakers.

The whole point is to get them to see
not to beguile them into
your maddening twisted sickness!

For the world's sake brothers
For all of your precious ways sisters
Speak to the wind so that it may carry who you are!
Malcolm McGill
Written by
Malcolm McGill  Lancaster
(Lancaster)   
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