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hitalot879
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a bit of prairie to seed that other earth I hold inside my mind

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The Season Of The

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romance

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we as a society are drifting

further away from what we left behind

is this a call or a sign

you wear make up to cover your inner beauty

you pout, scream & moan

you drift along like a loose cannon

planting seeds of disaster

never to prepare for the great here after

yet inside you stand alone

like a dog without a bone

hiding behind the Willow tree

still some beg to differ or may disagree

like I often thin will she be the one to marry me

P.M.S. is an every day battle & test

behind the squeaky wheel

 

no notion of love in her heart

she can give a flying fart

like a soul drifting apart

yet in every season turns

one soul soars while the other one burns

you base your reality of what is in vanity

your life is a drama based upon tragedy

living in calamity as if its some comedy

you had your place in the sun now your to gone

eyes with spots having holes

taking off all of your clothes

you get meaner by the day

paying no homage to ever bow the knee to pray

but you insist on having it your own way

closed minded zombies in a world torn up in madness

break through the sadness so that you can set yourself free

this is my one last final plea

 

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