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We all meet up Down by that old Black muddy river To see all the angels They come to bless Us through the night And gift us tea and wine And open up the sky So the heavens can sparkle And enter each and every Persons eyes And open minds The cosmos bring us A night of love, friends And memories All during that night by the Old Black Muddy River
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
Black Muddy River
Quixotes is a dream, It's a fireplace and songs Its strong friendship and beautiful moments shared It's a thought that guides souls to a peaceful way It's wood and brick paint and posters built with gentle care and loving soul Quixotes is a world away from the world where dance is freedom Laughter and joy are the air we breath Song a rich tapestry that tells the tale of how we came to be Song a river that has flowed thru our lives in this palace, in this beautiful dream Quixotes is a sweet jem sparkling in the sun forever home for our hearts
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
what is Quixotes
4/20 99 indescri- bible, colum- bine. This launched, a devious plan- something the whole world needs to understand: Society makes its mark, their wish came true. &elieve; me when i say they thought nothing of me or you. they only drew you near. You be- lieved, to them, you we- re dear. But then one day, you realized, you were no longer their peer. Leaving their reputation: smeared. You told them your worries you said them LOUD and clear, they didn’t give a **** instead they riddled you with fear. they really shouldn't care. but you had to leave your mark, when living in their massed produced ware forced you to spend your days in the dark. it is true within everything they do. they do not really care. society serves to exploit me while exploiting you, too. ------------------------------------ So this is where we stand, among all the **** in the land. and we still wonder why another man’s grass is far more grand. we must eradicate everything we were told to ever know do you know the devil may live within your own very home? So many sit and wait with their message in a bottle, but what we need to do is go heavy on the throttle. Build yourself a sanctuary, somewhere in merry's land become Mr. Manson, or maybe you prefer, Scarlett Johansson.
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
pinheads - *a poem for columbine*