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A lick of the loon which Boons in a frolic All to soon Dashes of the slower flower petals All shining metal A sign in between These rocks that bash together Cause small sparks Amongst the stars Are lights not of hope But glimpses Into a bleak mote Rebar happenstance Get your battle on Lets dance Past the windowsill babies weep By their mothers feet For the water has all dried up Corn husk history parade All the confetti has been burnt To make Ask the mirror what you can do for it See what they'll say Right back Maybe nothing Maybe something Maybe Everything
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May 17, 2011
May 17, 2011 at 4:06 PM UTC
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A lick of the loon which Boons in a frolic All to soon Dashes of the slower flower petals All shining metal A sign in between These rocks that bash together Cause small sparks Amongst the stars Are lights not of hope But glimpses Into a bleak mote Rebar happenstance Get your battle on Lets dance Past the windowsill babies weep By their mothers feet For the water has all dried up Corn husk history parade All the confetti has been burnt To make Ask the mirror what you can do for it See what they'll say Right back Maybe nothing Maybe something Maybe Everything
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ashby-brown
May 17, 2011
May 17, 2011 at 4:06 PM UTC
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