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#endofanera
The clocks are ringing twelve, Prissy people comin' through, Doddering in the darkness, Diggin' out them graves,ahaa! The moon is fading out, Bobbydazzlers showin' up, Cadavers burning out, Subhumans stroamin' around. Some robbing vagabonds, Regicides in the throne, Snary proposals, And prankin' psychopaths. The kingdom fade away, Plausible lies arise, Credence in subjection, Its time for extinction! Oh! Its time for extinction.
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Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
Extinction!
When I first learned of color, I entered a world of vivid possibilities. When I heard my first sound, I was no longer at a loss of words. In the beginning, Never once did I imagine the day When it would all start to fade. As the years past, The world lost its shimmer. No longer were the roses as red Or the words on a page as crisp. No longer was thunder's clap as loud Or song of the wind as melodious. Never once did I imagine a gift once gained would be stolen away.
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
As I Grow Old
“I signed the papers” You said And the next day I finally Missed you Funny how that works
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
Our End
We dine on Tuna & Merlot red wine a single car's headlights shine                                                                                           traveling down a road                                                                                          so many stories untold you're selling your old flat in the Georgian house                                                                                                         we all lived in                                                                                back in the colorless nineties when the music was bad - Westlife, Take That, Spice Girls                                                                                                          & everyone                                                                                      wore either black or blue it seemed, on this Island & your boys were still small                                                                   & my family holidayed in Cornwall                                                             & I didn't yet know I could write poetry when you move away I shall be sorry to see you go
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
Neighbor
We dine on Tuna & Merlot red wine a single car's headlights shine                                                                                           traveling down a road                                                                                          so many stories untold you're selling your old flat in the Georgian house                                                                                                         we all lived in                                                                                back in the colorless nineties when the music was bad - Westlife, Take That, Spice Girls                                                                                                          & everyone                                                                                      wore either black or blue it seemed, on this Island & your boys were still small                                                                   & my family holidayed in Cornwall                                                             & I didn't yet know I could write poetry when you move away I shall be sorry to see you go
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They said that all that glittered was not always gold And even your star-struck eyes couldn't be sold for much of a profit; we were worth a little bit too much even if half of us couldn't be bothered to give a piece of the soul to the great big unknown so you danced to the music and stayed within your zone but your hips didn't quite move and your behind didn't quite shake Exam season had you thinking that the last turn-up was a mistake So you turn't down for everything to become a Top Achiever and gave your soul to Cambridge because it's clear that you're a dreamer And that's why your eyes became so suddenly star struck And how suddenly a past paper was worth a little bit too much But it was worth it because Even if one year of your life passed you by... Even if one year of your life passed you by... Even if one year of your life passed you by.... ...You still wrote your candidate number in sneakers looking fly. So even though not all of us can become an A* That doesn't mean that not all of us in life cannot go far As written in the constellations are the particles of our star-dust the whole is more than the sum of its parts and so are you my little star-struck former IGCSE candidate. See? You really were able to manage it.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
An End of the Year Address for Our Form Fives.