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Forgive them, Lord.For they know not what they do.They are flesh,yet entirely without spirit.Greed without heart,it becomes no man.You cannot treat an..
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When English majors don't write any more,the world still goes 'round.The workplace still whirswith "productivity,"the fruits of my labor.But writing a..
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The monster got ahold of me.
It tore into my flesh.
Tooth and bone.
Bone and nail.
Ravaged to the core.
For the monster,
it’s got ahol..
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Can’t Put It Out
Burning bridges and lighting fires,
the whole world seems ablaze.
Choking in smoke,
and struggling to see above the fla..
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Boxer, Boxer (There’s a Good Lad)
Boxer, Boxer.
Where did you go?
These chains become you,
don’t you know?
Boxer, Boxer.
Come ..
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Get good grades.Do well in school.You'll get a good job.That's what they say.Get up, kid.Go to work and earn a buck."Pull yourself up by your bootstra..
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The Perfect AnswerAs the rain pounds on the windowpaneand tears pool down my face.I think of all the things you could have done to help me,and it's an..
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And I'm angry at the timestolen from underneath my fingertips.The things I am unable to do now...Because these moments were taken,stolen from me.Stole..
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And I have no time to prepare for disaster,When the storm is always at my door.I have no time to prepare for the manic swellsthat threaten to tear up ..
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Because Poets are indirect,I could say this or that.But it could mean THIS or THAT.Oh, why don't I just come out and say it?
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