"annd" poems - Hello Poetry

Hey you You with the crinkling eyes and the dancing laugh with the arms that ensare my waist to throw me against pure emerald mountain sides dripping with late spring rains the shucking of pine bark to twirl wooden towers down lilting slopes and the gangly limbs reaching towards the sky in an attempt to capture the clouds for the sole reason of dancing through their fluffiness you with the pure soul and poise fit enough for the queen if only you were anatomically different you would rule this world better than she honesty running through your laughing veins as you summit mountain after mountain pure glacial eyes darting to capture mine mischievious depths speaking of hidden love I know you so well. Even though our friendship has been 2 months 30 days long I know you better than I know myself My best best friend you called me as true as these wild trilliums we run past in an attempt to throw the other into the lake the fires which serve as a competitive twinkle in your eyes we are so free. You who contains the most pure soul pure intentions I have ever come across You are so loved You are so perfect in your innocence In the wise notes held in your fingertips you provide wings to leap with. I know there are waves trapped in your veins calling for your brilliant smile. I know when your head rests against my chest it is with the innocence of a child You are my best friend My comrade in arms My birch gatherer. and this love spreading through my limbs for your tired head and tumbling curls is hard to ignore. I know you are being called away a bright future awaits a familial expectation to fufill I'm just here to tell you I will be waiting In these mountains, these peaks roaming annd laughing and dancing waiting for the day my best friend realizes his happiness is more important than others expectations and I will be here as free as when you first found me ready for our adventures to begin Come fly with me.

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC

jess-treijs

A letter to my best friend

Hey you You with the crinkling eyes and the dancing laugh with the arms that ensare my waist to throw me against pure emerald mountain sides dripping with late spring rains the shucking of pine bark to twirl wooden towers down lilting slopes and the gangly limbs reaching towards the sky in an attempt to capture the clouds for the sole reason of dancing through their fluffiness you with the pure soul and poise fit enough for the queen if only you were anatomically different you would rule this world better than she honesty running through your laughing veins as you summit mountain after mountain pure glacial eyes darting to capture mine mischievious depths speaking of hidden love I know you so well. Even though our friendship has been 2 months 30 days long I know you better than I know myself My best best friend you called me as true as these wild trilliums we run past in an attempt to throw the other into the lake the fires which serve as a competitive twinkle in your eyes we are so free. You who contains the most pure soul pure intentions I have ever come across You are so loved You are so perfect in your innocence In the wise notes held in your fingertips you provide wings to leap with. I know there are waves trapped in your veins calling for your brilliant smile. I know when your head rests against my chest it is with the innocence of a child You are my best friend My comrade in arms My birch gatherer. and this love spreading through my limbs for your tired head and tumbling curls is hard to ignore. I know you are being called away a bright future awaits a familial expectation to fufill I'm just here to tell you I will be waiting In these mountains, these peaks roaming annd laughing and dancing waiting for the day my best friend realizes his happiness is more important than others expectations and I will be here as free as when you first found me ready for our adventures to begin Come fly with me.

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So ..... How do they know ... ? when a man's ... NOT .... "The One" ... ? when they ... "REJECT" ... you ... before ... your first line's spun ... ?!? Annd ... How do they know ... ? how to make you .... Feel Blue ......... I ... REALLY .... Don't Know ......... Can someone ... Give me a Clue ... ?!? Annnd ... How do they know ... ? when a man's got ... " The Cash ! " ... ? It's like they're .... "SNIFFER DOGS" .... in a field ... Full of ... HASH ... !!! ... Annnnd .... Why ... DON'T ... they know ... ? when a man is a ... " DOG " ... can't they ... Tell by his ... BREATH ... !?! when they're ... having a ... Snog ... !?!?!?! Annnnnd ... Why don't we know ... ? which woman to ... " LOVE " ... !!!!?!!!! You'll ... NEVER ... know that ... !!! They ... DON'T ... fit like a glove ... !!! Annnnnnd ... Why don't we know ... ? when a woman looks ... GREAT ... !!!!!! It's .... HIGHLY UNLIKELY .... that .... She wants a .... SOULMATE .... !!! Annnnnnnd .... Why ... DON'T... we know ... ? that a woman who ..... SHOWS ..... Too much of her body ..... is ... simply ... A ... " ** " ... !!!!! ... Annnnnnnnd ... Why don't we know ... ? that a .... " SINGLE MUM'S SON " .... is always .... gonna be ..... Their .... " NUMBER ONE " .... ?!? Annnnnnnnnd .... Why ... DON'T ... They Know ... ? that ... Years .... Down The ............. Line ........... Most men want a woman ..... Whose Body's .... STILL FINE ...... Annnnnnnnnnd .... How do they ... KNOW ... ? when you're looking at ... " THEM " ... It's .... THEM .... that you're after ... !!! NOT ... One of their ... friends ..... ?!?!?! Annnnnnnnnnnd ... What makes them ... THINK ... ? That ... When ... They've had a ... "Drink" ... It's ..... OKAY ..... for them ....... to .... TEASE YOU ... with a ... WINK ... ??? Annnnnnnnnnnnd ... What makes them ... FEEL ... ? If ... Their Man's ... NOT OBSESSIVE ... The Love .... He ... PROCLAIMS ... !!!!!!!! Just ... CANNOT ... be ... REAL ... !?!?!?! Annnnnnnnnnnnnd ... Why ... CAN'T... They See ... ? That ... their ... " LOVE for MONEY " ... Will ..... NEVER ALLOW ..... Their ... SOUL ... to be .... " FREE " .... Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd ... Why do they ...... TRY ........ ? To ..... ALWAYS ...... imply .... That ... Relationships ... FAIL ... because of the ...... " GUY " .... !?!?! Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd ... Who is the .... FOOL ... ? that said .... " It was Cooooollll " .... to trust .... " EVERYTHING " ... You get taught .... in your School .... !!!!!?!!!!!! Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd ..... Why is .... Thissssss .... !?!?!?! When things go ... WRONG .... !!!!! in a ........ Relationship ...... She .... suddenly develops .... Hips ... like a .... " SHIP " .... !!!!! Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd ....... What's with these kids ... ? when a game like ... " The Sims " ... is more ... REAL TO THEM ... ? Than .... " REALITY " ... is ... !!!?!!! Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd ... Why do I feel ... ??? like these questions ... i'm asking ... can't possibly ..... STOP ....... Young people ... GUN BLASTING ... !?!?! So ..... What's in a ... LIE ... ?!? What's in the ... TRUTH ... ??? Why do people ... CRY ... ?!?!? Why do people die ... !?! and ... when all's ....... "Said and Done" ....... What's in a ..... WHY ...... ??? And ...... YO ....... !!!!! ........ What's with this ... PROSE ... !?!?!?!?!?! "Called" ......... What do we ... KNOW ... ??????

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Mar 23, 2015

Mar 23, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC

big-virge

"What Do We Know ... ?!?" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 13/12/2004

So ..... How do they know ... ? when a man's ... NOT .... "The One" ... ? when they ... "REJECT" ... you ... before ... your first line's spun ... ?!? Annd ... How do they know ... ? how to make you .... Feel Blue ......... I ... REALLY .... Don't Know ......... Can someone ... Give me a Clue ... ?!? Annnd ... How do they know ... ? when a man's got ... " The Cash ! " ... ? It's like they're .... "SNIFFER DOGS" .... in a field ... Full of ... HASH ... !!! ... Annnnd .... Why ... DON'T ... they know ... ? when a man is a ... " DOG " ... can't they ... Tell by his ... BREATH ... !?! when they're ... having a ... Snog ... !?!?!?! Annnnnd ... Why don't we know ... ? which woman to ... " LOVE " ... !!!!?!!!! You'll ... NEVER ... know that ... !!! They ... DON'T ... fit like a glove ... !!! Annnnnnd ... Why don't we know ... ? when a woman looks ... GREAT ... !!!!!! It's .... HIGHLY UNLIKELY .... that .... She wants a .... SOULMATE .... !!! Annnnnnnd .... Why ... DON'T... we know ... ? that a woman who ..... SHOWS ..... Too much of her body ..... is ... simply ... A ... " ** " ... !!!!! ... Annnnnnnnd ... Why don't we know ... ? that a .... " SINGLE MUM'S SON " .... is always .... gonna be ..... Their .... " NUMBER ONE " .... ?!? Annnnnnnnnd .... Why ... DON'T ... They Know ... ? that ... Years .... Down The ............. Line ........... Most men want a woman ..... Whose Body's .... STILL FINE ...... Annnnnnnnnnd .... How do they ... KNOW ... ? when you're looking at ... " THEM " ... It's .... THEM .... that you're after ... !!! NOT ... One of their ... friends ..... ?!?!?! Annnnnnnnnnnd ... What makes them ... THINK ... ? That ... When ... They've had a ... "Drink" ... It's ..... OKAY ..... for them ....... to .... TEASE YOU ... with a ... WINK ... ??? Annnnnnnnnnnnd ... What makes them ... FEEL ... ? If ... Their Man's ... NOT OBSESSIVE ... The Love .... He ... PROCLAIMS ... !!!!!!!! Just ... CANNOT ... be ... REAL ... !?!?!?! Annnnnnnnnnnnnd ... Why ... CAN'T... They See ... ? That ... their ... " LOVE for MONEY " ... Will ..... NEVER ALLOW ..... Their ... SOUL ... to be .... " FREE " .... Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd ... Why do they ...... TRY ........ ? To ..... ALWAYS ...... imply .... That ... Relationships ... FAIL ... because of the ...... " GUY " .... !?!?! Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd ... Who is the .... FOOL ... ? that said .... " It was Cooooollll " .... to trust .... " EVERYTHING " ... You get taught .... in your School .... !!!!!?!!!!!! Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd ..... Why is .... Thissssss .... !?!?!?! When things go ... WRONG .... !!!!! in a ........ Relationship ...... She .... suddenly develops .... Hips ... like a .... " SHIP " .... !!!!! Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd ....... What's with these kids ... ? when a game like ... " The Sims " ... is more ... REAL TO THEM ... ? Than .... " REALITY " ... is ... !!!?!!! Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd ... Why do I feel ... ??? like these questions ... i'm asking ... can't possibly ..... STOP ....... Young people ... GUN BLASTING ... !?!?! So ..... What's in a ... LIE ... ?!? What's in the ... TRUTH ... ??? Why do people ... CRY ... ?!?!? Why do people die ... !?! and ... when all's ....... "Said and Done" ....... What's in a ..... WHY ...... ??? And ...... YO ....... !!!!! ........ What's with this ... PROSE ... !?!?!?!?!?! "Called" ......... What do we ... KNOW ... ??????

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once i feared the rain. wet and cold. afraid of hair and clothes. now, i rejoice in it running free through meadows shelter beneath trees wearing nothing but gumboots annd a flowery dress i feel like a gypsy of times past free. free as a bird that flys through my dreams i feel words i want beauty

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Mar 30, 2010

Mar 30, 2010 at 12:25 AM UTC

thegirl

freedom.

once i feared the rain. wet and cold. afraid of hair and clothes. now, i rejoice in it running free through meadows shelter beneath trees wearing nothing but gumboots annd a flowery dress i feel like a gypsy of times past free. free as a bird that flys through my dreams i feel words i want beauty

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*Please help me.... It is cold out here... It is getting darker... Please share me some of your light... I only see darkness of night... I want some of your warmth... I have cold dew seep into me... I am feeling so lonely... I need some company... I can not be alone... I do not want to live on my own... Please... Help me... * *They killed me weeks ago... They buried me somewhere in the forest... Can you not hear me cry out loud... The earth has been digesting my body... My hair is falling off... * *Help me... Can you not see me.... Can you not hear me... Please... It is cold out here... I can not be alone... I have been watching you for hours... I am standing right outside your window now... * *Let me in... Let me in... Let me in... Help me... * Hartûk ba dáht annd tieró una bhadäl... Hartûk ba dáht annd tieró una bhadäl... Hartûk ba dáht annd tieró una bhadäl... Meltúnna....

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Dec 15, 2010

Dec 15, 2010 at 5:51 PM UTC

satan

Window Girl

*Please help me.... It is cold out here... It is getting darker... Please share me some of your light... I only see darkness of night... I want some of your warmth... I have cold dew seep into me... I am feeling so lonely... I need some company... I can not be alone... I do not want to live on my own... Please... Help me... * *They killed me weeks ago... They buried me somewhere in the forest... Can you not hear me cry out loud... The earth has been digesting my body... My hair is falling off... * *Help me... Can you not see me.... Can you not hear me... Please... It is cold out here... I can not be alone... I have been watching you for hours... I am standing right outside your window now... * *Let me in... Let me in... Let me in... Help me... * Hartûk ba dáht annd tieró una bhadäl... Hartûk ba dáht annd tieró una bhadäl... Hartûk ba dáht annd tieró una bhadäl... Meltúnna....

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I am surrounded by voices- my loved ones, my demons, my own rational thoughts. They swell and ebb like the tide, A perfect chaos which drives me on, drives me forward or drives me mad, echoing in the chasms of my mind like the voices in the dark night. The things I know to be true, to be real and honest and fair, my anchors, my ports in the storm, the stubborn rope which ties me to a mortal coil I've so often tried to escape. They are undermined by that call, that desire, the siren song which drags me back to the blackness, which promises that numbess is better, less painful, less terrifying than living. All my life I've heard the call, denied its lure or thrown myself, desperate and thoughtless, into its depths. I ignored the destruction I wraught in its name, the quiet lipped, cold eyed terror of those around me, the frantic trembling of my own soul. The slow death of the drowned. Sirens do not starve or bleed or die, gasping for air and choking down screams, cold water closes over their heads, freezes their bones and invades their lungs. I am no siren. I am warm blood and flesh annd love and passion. I will not dampen my fire for fear of what it may release any longer. I will not drift, forgotten, along the sea bed.

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Nov 15, 2014

Nov 15, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC

sallydannielle

The Siren Song

I am surrounded by voices- my loved ones, my demons, my own rational thoughts. They swell and ebb like the tide, A perfect chaos which drives me on, drives me forward or drives me mad, echoing in the chasms of my mind like the voices in the dark night. The things I know to be true, to be real and honest and fair, my anchors, my ports in the storm, the stubborn rope which ties me to a mortal coil I've so often tried to escape. They are undermined by that call, that desire, the siren song which drags me back to the blackness, which promises that numbess is better, less painful, less terrifying than living. All my life I've heard the call, denied its lure or thrown myself, desperate and thoughtless, into its depths. I ignored the destruction I wraught in its name, the quiet lipped, cold eyed terror of those around me, the frantic trembling of my own soul. The slow death of the drowned. Sirens do not starve or bleed or die, gasping for air and choking down screams, cold water closes over their heads, freezes their bones and invades their lungs. I am no siren. I am warm blood and flesh annd love and passion. I will not dampen my fire for fear of what it may release any longer. I will not drift, forgotten, along the sea bed.

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You know those oh so annoying calls? telemarketers They **** you off so much right? Wells heres tips on how to deal with them THE RIGHT WAY 1. Don't be rude to them its not their fault your number popped up on their call list 2. Don't be mad when their information is wrong again ITS NOT THIER FAULT that the lists they were given were never updated 3. DO NOT MOCK THEM!!! They are Smart people annd know when you are, They have feelings to you know! 4. DO NOT UNDER ANY CUIRCUMSTANCES CALL THEM NAMES OF ENDERMENT baby, sweetheart, hunny, sweety. Its creepy, uncomfortable, and makes you look like a disrespectful creep 5. DO NOT CALL THEM DEGRADING NAMES ***** The C word, ***** ect ect, all it does is make you look like a complete and utter disrespectful Douchbag* 6. the most improtant one of all!!! If you are fed up completely then just NICELY ask them to put you on thier do not call list It takes 30 days for that request to go through after that you wont be bugged by them again THERE YOU GO PEOPLE. NOW COME ON LETS ALL PLAY NICE SHALL WE???

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May 23, 2014

May 23, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC

fenix-Flight

Tips on how to Deal with a Telemarketer

You know those oh so annoying calls? telemarketers They **** you off so much right? Wells heres tips on how to deal with them THE RIGHT WAY 1. Don't be rude to them its not their fault your number popped up on their call list 2. Don't be mad when their information is wrong again ITS NOT THIER FAULT that the lists they were given were never updated 3. DO NOT MOCK THEM!!! They are Smart people annd know when you are, They have feelings to you know! 4. DO NOT UNDER ANY CUIRCUMSTANCES CALL THEM NAMES OF ENDERMENT baby, sweetheart, hunny, sweety. Its creepy, uncomfortable, and makes you look like a disrespectful creep 5. DO NOT CALL THEM DEGRADING NAMES ***** The C word, ***** ect ect, all it does is make you look like a complete and utter disrespectful Douchbag* 6. the most improtant one of all!!! If you are fed up completely then just NICELY ask them to put you on thier do not call list It takes 30 days for that request to go through after that you wont be bugged by them again THERE YOU GO PEOPLE. NOW COME ON LETS ALL PLAY NICE SHALL WE???

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Sometimes I'm a passive pastime aggression past life regresser. Sorry I'm such a sad excuse for a screwdriver, you silly suffering succatash! But really, I'm only sorry because apparently I'm the one who turned you into ****** tunes. Maybe I'll come into your television with new waveforms and let society tear me apart steakchewsteakchew American diet and then you can be a little less frayed. And was I afraid? Hell the **** yes I was! What are you some kind of beekeeper? I've got half a mind to herd the hive and two to love it for it's honey. I haven't dove into a swarm of stingers without a welt or two lately lemme tell ya. Lemme show ya a lil somethin' somethin' cold somethin' simmerin' somethin' like that old house of cards filled with sickening soulsins. Flutter flutter fly and the kingdom falls, ******* That was all that time? Remember the last one of those I never finished and there was no excuse for letting the time tick? Bomb and tock when I had the right shoe. Even if I've got two left feet I've gotta make it werk! I'm lip synching for my life annd whattt!

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Feb 9, 2015

Feb 9, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC

gigi-tiji

and what!

Sometimes I'm a passive pastime aggression past life regresser. Sorry I'm such a sad excuse for a screwdriver, you silly suffering succatash! But really, I'm only sorry because apparently I'm the one who turned you into ****** tunes. Maybe I'll come into your television with new waveforms and let society tear me apart steakchewsteakchew American diet and then you can be a little less frayed. And was I afraid? Hell the **** yes I was! What are you some kind of beekeeper? I've got half a mind to herd the hive and two to love it for it's honey. I haven't dove into a swarm of stingers without a welt or two lately lemme tell ya. Lemme show ya a lil somethin' somethin' cold somethin' simmerin' somethin' like that old house of cards filled with sickening soulsins. Flutter flutter fly and the kingdom falls, ******* That was all that time? Remember the last one of those I never finished and there was no excuse for letting the time tick? Bomb and tock when I had the right shoe. Even if I've got two left feet I've gotta make it werk! I'm lip synching for my life annd whattt!

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I was told 110 percent is just effort and excuses I didnt understand but i know now Love is 110 percent You can give everything annd anything Do everything you can But the results still fade They fade, they fade Just as fast as only giving 10 percent But you're left with an aching heart

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Sep 12, 2016

Sep 12, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC

emmakf

110 percent

I was told 110 percent is just effort and excuses I didnt understand but i know now Love is 110 percent You can give everything annd anything Do everything you can But the results still fade They fade, they fade Just as fast as only giving 10 percent But you're left with an aching heart

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He's clingy jealous punk, A loving skinny jeans wearing skunk. Madly in love with Love and I give up my spot just to see you sit you down. It had to be known but I didn't know all this was gunna go down. Full conversation of our imperfect things that we hate about each other ended up like a little kid crying on my shoulder. Your friend turn to my brother when his speech came quick like a eagle towards us. You said I was jealous annd you said right. When u see you with another friend that's treating you bad I came to fight. Reading me like a book I hope you cross over the chapter when I say good bye.

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Nov 2, 2014

Nov 2, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC

Xelle

Read me..

He's clingy jealous punk, A loving skinny jeans wearing skunk. Madly in love with Love and I give up my spot just to see you sit you down. It had to be known but I didn't know all this was gunna go down. Full conversation of our imperfect things that we hate about each other ended up like a little kid crying on my shoulder. Your friend turn to my brother when his speech came quick like a eagle towards us. You said I was jealous annd you said right. When u see you with another friend that's treating you bad I came to fight. Reading me like a book I hope you cross over the chapter when I say good bye.

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The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal with uprootedness. But this poetry is not sentimental celebration of the goodness of nature, and harmony with the world is never assumed. The way he captures the tenuousness of this faith, the balance that must be found between the ugliness, the harshness of his history- both natural annd social- and its intense beauty, is what distinguishes Vitale's poetry, gives it its depth and dimension: A Certain Place What happens in heaven? Will I sit on a cloud? Is walking or talking Or jumping allowed? Will I be on my own Or with some of my friends? Does it go on for ever Or eventually end? What happens in heaven? Will I play a harp's strings? I can't play piano I can't even sing. Who chooses the music That angels inspire? Who does the auditions For the heavenly choir? What happens in heaven? Are the streets paved with gold? Is it crowded with people Who're incredibly old? Will I know who I am? Will I know what I'm called? If I pinch myself hard Will I feel it at all? What happens in heaven? Do I go through a gate? What if I get myself lost Or turn up too late? Is my name on a list? Is the gatekeeper nice? Can you sneak in for nothing Or is there a price?

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Jun 15, 2018

Jun 15, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC

mario-william-vitale

A Certain Place

The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal with uprootedness. But this poetry is not sentimental celebration of the goodness of nature, and harmony with the world is never assumed. The way he captures the tenuousness of this faith, the balance that must be found between the ugliness, the harshness of his history- both natural annd social- and its intense beauty, is what distinguishes Vitale's poetry, gives it its depth and dimension: A Certain Place What happens in heaven? Will I sit on a cloud? Is walking or talking Or jumping allowed? Will I be on my own Or with some of my friends? Does it go on for ever Or eventually end? What happens in heaven? Will I play a harp's strings? I can't play piano I can't even sing. Who chooses the music That angels inspire? Who does the auditions For the heavenly choir? What happens in heaven? Are the streets paved with gold? Is it crowded with people Who're incredibly old? Will I know who I am? Will I know what I'm called? If I pinch myself hard Will I feel it at all? What happens in heaven? Do I go through a gate? What if I get myself lost Or turn up too late? Is my name on a list? Is the gatekeeper nice? Can you sneak in for nothing Or is there a price?

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