Thursday, July 05, 2007

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So I am going to pretend to be sitting in a box,
I am pretending to be dressed in yellow rubber rain gear,
All I am knowing is that your mind is what I hear.


So far, my hair is but golden amber,
Wrought with white strands, here and there,
All of my thoughts surround me, up in the air.


My eye is a piano, playing in your cloudless sky,
I am playing for the angels, but I do not know why.

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