the midday burn, time post noon
united we stood, united on the move
for millions though it was half past day
for the other half the long drawn stay
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7 in all in red on black
on wheels a few, the lower middle pack
the chasis of strange geometry though
the buldge, the curves
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just nother day as the sun shown in
in came the voices
it all came in with him
the floating growls
...
of slurry speeches, of the innocent days
to twisted minds, to the present day
a million steps, those shuffling feet
then i lost my mind in the story street.
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no crunching snow at your feet
no corniferous tree with a mounted star
no open sleigh no artic deer
it's christmas eve at the graveyad hour
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