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Waiting, soaked to the skin, no room in the shelterfor that miserable little bus, the nation's little helperto pull you out from this day of greythis ..
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A recurring beautiful dream he hasit comes unbidden and uncontrolledyears apart but of no timebut always summerhe's young or oldA white imagining, coo..
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I've done my jobrunning the rat-raceshunning the sunperpetual clock-watchingnightmares of screaming alarmsShortened sleep disturbed by tomorrowsof hal..
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Blood, blood, vainglorious bloodRusset-rivered tracks in molasses of mudFollow me, followdown to the hollowand wallow.Inglorious blood.Carcasses, cart..
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Antenna and feelers picking up scentDescends upon flowers, the honey well-spentHops bed-to-bed, escapes vent-to-ventA meander on breezeswith hovering ..
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For life seems a needle
that twitches violent on a graph
of rolling paper within a machine
above, below and in-between
but never but once
along..
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The Talker says much, too much -though he's friendly,
And in saying so much, he is often unwise -
He starts to tell lies without even knowing,
An..
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The clock strikes 13
The world’s modern
But not green
What’s seeing is unseen.
The world’s just a dome
Where you’re a..
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Feel the pressure of the sound the
telephone makes
A ringing like a knocking at the door of
your fear
Someone rattling the handle and rapp..
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Years upon
years
Paid for in
sweat
Dirty money,
tainted
With blood
and tears
And for many
more of toil
The Lord
gives us this da..
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