January 2010
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They Perched On Their Stilts, Pointing And Daring...
On my face I scratched out something like a silhouette Around the golden ten like lambs On my face I’ve hidden away any embarrassment Away from my acquaintances
I’m not sold on anything but half a dream I’m not sensing a thing I see a blank notebook page And it’s my life and there is nothing I can think to write I’m not sensing a thing I hope you don’t see a...