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Friday, December 17, 2004
There was this thought I had.
It vanished before it began.
Like all those turn rights and turn lefts.
Up ladders and down smiling snakes.
There is a constant rush to create
Before you cannot recall,
Infinite dimples in a bright white golf ball.
All my friends; We are proven by our measures.
Let yours last for inches and miles.
I used to have a mentor, only human.
His mistakes like permission
To whittle away at the essentials.
I’ve listened to enough Fake Plastic Trees
I’ve done enough walking to get someplace
I’ve hurt enough people to start a fire
I’ve hurt myself more than a world could burn
If only a thought could make the world turn
Silhouettes are what is left
When our direction grows blind
To the consumption of litter.
Paper, Plastic, Metal, Leather.
How are you? where you are.
Don’t respond. Your radiant enough to wash these troubles away
But like a mentor,
I never knew you anyway.
This is the only honesty that I have left.Is it shameful?
Combine Harvester9:51 PM
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