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Wednesday, December 19, 2007

MEWITHOUTYOU

flowers and weeds adorn the stage
the band goes up in the made up fame
the crowd is embracing them with their words
words of comfort and adoration
dramatic pose and poetry
screamed out in passion and combustion
of pent up rage and sorrow
thrown out at all of our expense

© 2003 thomas bates

Posted by Thomas at 2:11 PM

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