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Hey ho spring is in the air .although it's still December.(all that global warming )
Thought I would dust out a few old cobwebs .

Submitted: December 30, 2007

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1) Untouchable

Young ,slender

and of a beauty untold.

Soft, tender.

With eyes of gold.

Lips of silk.

And lace black hair.

I look upon your splender

In utmost dispair.

For I was taught

Never to touch .

As to replace you

would,simply cost too much .

2)Emergency exit

Extinguish all known reason.

Snub out any doubt .

Incorperate the impossible.

And find the way out .

3) Spare change

I stoped the fear from flooding In

released my breath and frowned a grin

What they had called A defeatist Sin

Was No more than it had been

just a simple case of misguided use

not the proposed accusation of mind abuse

So I closed my eyes and forgot the lot

I was just a coin that didn't fit the slot

5) Wipe

ith a foot hold in the stirup or reality

I sustain without caution or sanity.

And if ever an issue should arise .

I'll take a roll of tissue

and wipe my ass ,not eyes .

6) Not On my wave length

You Observe with your eyes closed

Using some kinda radar detection

A short wave narrow minded band

The only reception recieved

is soap box orientated

or some other tele transmitted diseased brand .

7) Grave yard Shift

Cries in the wilderness of pain

? Human remains that fill the brain.

Reconstructed

? the places and choices.

Resurrected

?the faces and voices

Times Ghost .

and its continual noises .


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