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2003-04-08 - 8:32 p.m. The trunk once twisted, never straightened The man, black-listed, running, waiting Once an icon, now laid waste, Promotional deals depart in haste Life had one bad aftertaste There was no gamble to be placed Raise him up and chop him down No one wants a has-been clown Here's a damsel in distress "Gotta put on that party dress" She had style, she had finesse She had my heart I must confess There she goes back in the maze See ya' next time, later days... I'm like a tree beside the brook Roots running deep into the nook Between two plates of shale, and look! There beneath the ground a rook A cavernous castle where I rule No place for any knave or fool hydrosynthescetic fuel This underwater cave so cool With built in moats to filter junk Emerging caverns to spelunk Hang on tight we're going deeper Now we meet this chamber's keeper The source of pure and perfect light Keeps this landscape shining bright Nourishing and cherishing Even when I'm perishing How can I but be positive? This is all I have to give. (to be continued) � � |