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There is a manNamed Mojo PolkWho seemed to scareAll the town folk,His demeanor was quite eludingBut he COULD NOT careDue to his needsFrom the local st..
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Those erotic movesShe makes on the dance floorLeaves him wantingWanting her more,He goes to watch her performAs much as he canAnd hand in hand she tak..
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An open doorIn the hall of hellAn invitationBuy or sellTime to liveOr time to dieI bid you peaceFarewell and goodbye
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A spiritual questWhich my nature requiresA path I must followTo the core of my individualityIs what I desire,What I strive to becomeBy nature, I alrea..
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Tick-Tock Tick-TockSays the clockAs time races onThe children enjoyThe daily sunUntil dreamlandCalls them beyond...A gentle kissA soft hugFrom Mom and..
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Deep in the valleyWhen thunder roarsIt stirs my spiritIn so many waysI dance in the rainIt cleanses meA purification of all my shame,Mother NatureLend..
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People walking singlyPeople walking in a crowdPeople saying nothingPeople talking loudPeople laughing, smilingGrumpy people tooPeople who just hurryAn..
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They laid you to restBuried deep in the groundThat day I lost my friendMy love, my soul kin,But in the groundYou do not resideFor your soul, your spir..
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An Earth Angel approachedEngulfed in the purest of lightWilling to lend a handSo I rest mine in hers...She lifted my spiritCaressed this tainted soulC..
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What should I write, I wonder...Through every day pain, I sufferWanting to desperatelyTo reach out to others,If I had pleasures to shareI certainly wo..
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