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My metaphor is better for the bin My simile just says silly me A joke, lost in translation Wood, hidden by the trees So I talk to the wind Panning truths which dry to sand, falling ashen. Look to the cloud's lining filing away like smoke Out of time, out of sorts Caught in a vortex Time ganging up Clogging, fogging Come back mojo
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Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 11:57 AM UTC
No go mojo
My metaphor is better for the bin My simile just says silly me A joke, lost in translation Wood, hidden by the trees So I talk to the wind Panning truths which dry to sand, falling ashen. Look to the cloud's lining filing away like smoke Out of time, out of sorts Caught in a vortex Time ganging up Clogging, fogging Come back mojo
What's going on?
martin
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Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 11:57 AM UTC
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