chris bowen, a.k.a to wit Poems

a sub
lots of love
blow up my guts
when it was
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listen, the message on the phone said im alone
hear the moan of my voice?
the loneliness choice?
course veins with pain, i no understand
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please rock n roll
please set the tone
please stone yourself
then rock the bells
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every dropp of rain
every ounce of pain
ill see you smile
if only for a while
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row, row, row, your boat
gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily
life is but a dream
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wrote me a letter
said it was better
what the feather?
set her up to bick
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trouble blue
that is next to you
we do
marry you
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the infinite
the soda did it
we sid, its not never that
we the bat and the ball
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right behind the eyes
theres a diet
a seeing eye try it
looks like i lined it
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scum
a left over hum
we bum? around
its down
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