John Myers

Why is it that I
How do I get rid of
Perhaps there is no
Maybe it has been a
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We had a toaster
And we made it into a bot
A robot
A screaming toaster robot
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O my heart
Where the coarse gold rains hesitate
And the Sun dips below the mountains break
Ere the valley drenched in darkness succumbs to late
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There's an ocean of surprising rise
Of sun-baked dark moments of day, dies
To fight, screams to remain alive
And take rights to death
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