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                                        Once was a boy who knew her

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And you too ..... ?  
                                                     she

Is only a vague
                     Memory

now                                  
././.

       ( how many times can YE die in  a day  ?  )

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The real poet walks by with a

                                        Price on His Head

Ah pretty soon he will be
                                                                DED

Unless he too yields to the fear

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One WORD

Is all he needs

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The simple morning has come

As we come

To our

Simple Sensibilities