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August 24th, 2001, 07:39 PM
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and even without the clock to remind us of our folies,
we still have mr.sun always keeping that eerie eye
upon us, reassuring us that he will make it pass
and when the birds fly to their summer homes in the fall
and the dogs try to sniff out futures of home
and only the doorman can not open the door
and gleefully they make their way to the river
and only the doorman can not open the door
and only the doorman can not open the door
and the flashing of memories carry out the strangeness of sullen mistakes
and the memories makes us remember, oh the past that makes us know of trustand honorand andintegrity and valor andchivalry-he-he-he-he-he-he-her OH! the webs of life the webs of life and the webs of life how they mean to us so dearly
and how they tear us apart and how they make us wish we had more and less and they know we know they know we they know we know
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August 26th, 2001, 06:25 PM
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some really good thoughts here but i think they would be stronger separated and not so clustered with words and pieces that aren't perhaps so important to the piece...
i'd recommend thinning it out.
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