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I ran through the near dead fields Turned my face to look at the approaching sun Saw a friend up ahead who'd taken the lead Man, I remember how that ****** could run He saw my eyes then glanced away Running with hastier speed up ahead I lurched my back, holding a minute to stay Then pushed my corpse forward like pencil lead Crashing gulls flicked their beaks skyward Waves soared worriedly & quietly I put down my pack, scanning the horizon skyward Searching for a message that lay discretely The God's had planned this place with no certain goal An experiment made from the cauldrons of the unknown A transparent figure dances with smooth dead marble The echo of my voice becomes a fond youthful warble Tell the cities, the farms, the outhouses, and all of nature That the beauty that lay there is all we need Money is nothing but a cat n' mouse in the pasture The grinning Devil's heavy hearted plead He reached the peak of the mountain He sat there high & proud, taking out his fountain Eyes meeting he stepped off, a note left, away from me forever He was always stubborn, always so ****** clever
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Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
Mr. Clever
I ran through the near dead fields Turned my face to look at the approaching sun Saw a friend up ahead who'd taken the lead Man, I remember how that ****** could run He saw my eyes then glanced away Running with hastier speed up ahead I lurched my back, holding a minute to stay Then pushed my corpse forward like pencil lead Crashing gulls flicked their beaks skyward Waves soared worriedly & quietly I put down my pack, scanning the horizon skyward Searching for a message that lay discretely The God's had planned this place with no certain goal An experiment made from the cauldrons of the unknown A transparent figure dances with smooth dead marble The echo of my voice becomes a fond youthful warble Tell the cities, the farms, the outhouses, and all of nature That the beauty that lay there is all we need Money is nothing but a cat n' mouse in the pasture The grinning Devil's heavy hearted plead He reached the peak of the mountain He sat there high & proud, taking out his fountain Eyes meeting he stepped off, a note left, away from me forever He was always stubborn, always so ****** clever
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ashby-brown
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
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