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      From: intraphase@gmail.com              I WAS NOTHING              I was nothing       She was something       What was I gonna do              I walked along for so long       Hating everything in view              When I passed her house       I knew my time was through              I was nothing       She was everything       What was I gonna do              So I plowed the snow       An I shoveled the coal       Hoping to find the proof              I saw her with my old friend       The loneliness split me in two              It felt like a two tone Sunday       On Main and Fourth Avenue              I knew her as a small child       I knew her as a girl so young       I knew the sullen teenager       Enough to get me hung              She had mercy, Oh mercy       On my rough and rowdy ways       Gave me soup and a crust of bread       Trapped in the flashing colors haze              The road is built       For many a long mile       Let the tolltaker worry       About who frowns and who smiles              Old dogs       Can learn new tricks       I surrendured to her       This is the proof of it              []              I HATED NOTHING              I hated nothing       I wanted nothing       I looked for nothing       I slowly became nothing              In the darkness       A lighthouse appears       All agony and misery       Disappear       To be without burdens       To rest without fear              []              METAL LOVE SEAT              A shy boy / A tom boy       Sit on a metal bench       He tries to kiss her       She touches him instead              Behind a small tree sighs       It's now ime to move again       Bundled up with friendly earth       The trucks move it to the end              Across the street       A building catches fire       No blaze consumes it       But a lonely dog does die              Fire Marshalls       Duly confer       Was it the boy       Or was it her       His lawyer appears       With a shipwright       Move along gentleman       Time is getting tight              Everybody sighs a frown       Packs their bags an friends       The bridges are all open       Ships are sailing spinakers       The clocks reset to ten       Lighthouse 2085 a siren       In search of truth's friends              []              DOTTY'S SAUSAGE FACTORY              A bird killed a hunting dog       All the roosters gathered round       They stared at the pheonix       You could not hear a sound              Rufus McDufus stood in shock       The dog, the dog, the dog died       Died       DIED       DIED       The DOG done DIED              The pheonix death stared       Rufus held his ground       The roosters were wagering       Will the who becoming down              A huge orange crane       Landed next to a pink house       For widows watch painting       Eight windows for a mouse              The roosters called a truce       Mice were allowed to play       A trillion trillion accountants       Couldn't track big money day              Chorus       Why do the old....... fail to see       The young are here... to journey       Only the blind are forgetting       The young are the new journey              The boy summoned Moses       He loved her forty years       The old man surrendered       His golden staff broke into tears              A horse of many colors       Carried the Wizard's sin       He still wants his old balloon       That carried gentle dotty in              Shakespeare eyes eagerly spy       For a denoument to cascade       Searching every avalanche       Guessing each pebbles age              The matador waves her red cape       A bull won't budge mouth agape       Suddenly everyone now knows       Mr. Eight is Uncle Samantha's "No!"              A boy unmasked he screams       Children are the sacred futures       Get the **** outta this dream       Shakespeare loves it all now       Retires his madman's money pit       Decides he should go straight       So his pointed shoes still fit              A lot of sausages got made       Thousands of sauce recipes too       The pheonix lit her many lights       Rufus McDufus made dog stew       A grotesque cacophony you say?       Try cooking that much in one day              Bill says "Alls well that ends well"       The rivers are now pure winter snow       Oz says "That crazy kid from Kansas"       "Sure gave their all the bloody hell       Rufus says; "I have lots more dogs"       "My diamonds going to buy a hog"       The boy grimaces shaking his head       "You fellas rolled me like a log"       The roosters crowed braggadocio       "Thank God we don't have to lay eggs"       A tomboy viking queen smiled demur       "First time I saw a boa vomit a cowboy"       "Let's hope his soul now feels pure"       "He got throwed by so many horse."       "He said he was just old cow manure."       Dotty opened her new polka dot dress       Gushed so much the boy ran for his life       "Well if that don't beat all, say goodnight"              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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