Mr. Blue Sky

PoemsI feel as if The most of this Are drunken works Of foolish men In which the steps From love and woe To anger all Can churn about In changing shapes That mask the sad Pitiful Fool Whom I cannot Care for my own Because I see The Masquerade And cannot love The real man Who is afraid To show his face. A false life then Befalls the ass, Believing that She's found her steed Despite the brays And whence they came. Deceit can have Whichever name.Poems
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And the flower said that I wish I was a tree...the tree said I wish I could be a different kind of tree...
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*~*~*I won't let this build up inside of me*~*~*
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*~*~*I won't let this build up inside of me*~*~*
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*~*~*I won't let this build up inside of me*~*~*
just kind of taken a back seat to other things
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*~*~*I won't let this build up inside of me*~*~*
clearly you did not find meeeee
i win! MWAHAHHAHHA!
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rock and roll baby, don'tcha know?
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