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A blade of grass as the smallest tree
Broken glass in the top drawer
To sleep in the dead lake

We have discussed the future
This is the Middle Kingdom
Singing Pharaoh's song, waiting
To build his temple

Or we could head South
Deep into the jungle
Where they are designing the New Bomb

The up-side is literally down
But let's avoid cliches.
Instead, let us mine the uranium
For Pharaoh's undoing.
'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.'
'Hang on, ' said a man from the shore.
'Help, help, ' said the man. 'I'm not clowning.'
'Yes, I know, I heard you before.
Be patient dear man who is drowning,
You, see I've got a disease.
I'm waiting for a Doctor J. Browning.
So do be patient please.'
'How long, ' said the man who was drowning. 'Will it take for the Doc to arrive? '
'Not very long, ' said the man with the disease. 'Till then try staying alive.'
'Very well, ' said the man who was drowning. 'I'll try and stay afloat.
By reciting the poems of Browning
And other things he wrote.'
'Help, help, ' said the man with the disease, 'I suddenly feel quite ill.'
'Keep calm.' said the man who was drowning, ' Breathe deeply and lie quite still.'
'Oh dear, ' said the man with the awful disease. 'I think I'm going to die.'
'Farewell, ' said the man who was drowning.
Said the man with the disease, 'goodbye.'
So the man who was drowning, drownded
And the man with the disease past away.
But apart from that,
And a fire in my flat,
It's been a very nice day.
I was once promised
that I would be
loved until
the end of time.
The clocks are
still ticking but
the love is
missing...
© Daniel Magner 2013
She dyed her hair and everything is changing
I don't care, I want to go back home
And I swear, if her love is fading, I'll get her back
somehow

I'll take her out and go to parties
I'll steal my parents' car keys and drive way out
singing
"Baby, what's going on in that head of yours
Baby, what's on your mind
Baby, what's going on in that head of yours and
are you over me yet."

I cut my hair, cause I got lazy
I'm going nowhere, well I guess I'm going back home
She'll be there, I wonder if she's thinking, "I...
I want him back."

I'll sneak out and go to parties
I'll steal my parents' car keys and drive way out
singing
"Baby, what's going on in that head of yours
Baby, what's on your mind
Baby, what's going on in that head of yours and
are you over me, are you over me,
are you over me yet."
© Daniel Magner 2013

About a year and a half old song of mine...
I wonder if it would be better appreciated now.
I'm broke
He glances sideways
As in, I don't work right*
nods, knows.
Somehow he has
hope.
© Daniel Magner 2013

For a (hopefully) friend for life
It's been awhile
since jasmine or
some soft, pastel
scent has graced
my senses
and the thawing
touch that
accompanies
things afore  
mentioned
© Daniel Magner 2013
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