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The glamorous are gangrenous thieves Distracting whilst the govern steal Liberty    Popsicle mushrooms 5 o'clock news and beer Lies clear as the Rays of Day's shine                 served like cheap red wine with a side of fear. Seize your own freedom      Shun the sun    Abandoned Divine                      Dismay                                             Race the tick of the tock                                           Watch your sanity fray                                             Hop on one of the slimeways                                            ye 'ole snail                                                 left trekked along                                                         across the Highway                       Humming it's long low slow song         sung, in rhythm with a thousand toothed tongue, out of tune            Forever dragging along the crazy round home of a loon.    The wild yonder awaits Tecciztecatl's return            Saliva soaked foot pushes off              this road of hellish burns    The blue openly longingly yearns                   for that moment not too soon                                                                                                       as shade befell                                      the conscious snail fully aware wanes into it's cognitive shell                     His cocooned spiraled tomb                            Hung high again as the moon          Shedding light on the treacherous troubles we're in          until the sun comes back 'round to illume again
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Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
Good 'ole Fun Gus
The glamorous are gangrenous thieves Distracting whilst the govern steal Liberty    Popsicle mushrooms 5 o'clock news and beer Lies clear as the Rays of Day's shine                 served like cheap red wine with a side of fear. Seize your own freedom      Shun the sun    Abandoned Divine                      Dismay                                             Race the tick of the tock                                           Watch your sanity fray                                             Hop on one of the slimeways                                            ye 'ole snail                                                 left trekked along                                                         across the Highway                       Humming it's long low slow song         sung, in rhythm with a thousand toothed tongue, out of tune            Forever dragging along the crazy round home of a loon.    The wild yonder awaits Tecciztecatl's return            Saliva soaked foot pushes off              this road of hellish burns    The blue openly longingly yearns                   for that moment not too soon                                                                                                       as shade befell                                      the conscious snail fully aware wanes into it's cognitive shell                     His cocooned spiraled tomb                            Hung high again as the moon          Shedding light on the treacherous troubles we're in          until the sun comes back 'round to illume again
*Copyright John D. Christmas @2011 Jan 1, 2010
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Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
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