Untitled Poems 2
Untitled 7
Hey you
Whatís your line?
Donít use it on me
Just talk to me straight
Who knows
Maybe, youíll find
Someone you like  

                                                    
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Untitled 8
Darkness settles on the land
Out of the mist
There comes a bright light
I follow it
In hopes that Iíll find what it is
In hopes that Iíll find you
No, all it is
Is a will-o-the-wisp  

                                                      
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Untitled 9
A lizard suns itself on a rock
A hawk swoops down
And now the lizard wonít
Ever see the sun again
 
                                                       
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Untitled 10
That one-celled thing
Crawled from the ocean
Itís to blame
For starting man-kind
 
                                                        
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Untitled 11
I was here
I was there
You were here
You were there
So where is everybody else?

                                                       
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Untitled 12
The fires of Hell burn
That bright beacon of light
Beckoning to al my friends who believe
 
                                                                 
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