Bradley Lancour

To sin the sin,
To lie the lie,
To break a heart,
Or make one die.
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Rainbow butterflies,
And circular cow-pies,
Tufts of spiked green grass,
The bellow of the obnoxious jackass.
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No tomorrow, No more yesterdays
All our fears laid to waste
We raise to the plateau
Where all is white below
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Skies always blue as the North wind blows,
and the ground is frozen hard when the temp. is 30 below.
My heart is heavy like lead in your hands,
and the blood pours out like sand as it breaks in half.
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Shooting star so shimmering bright,
smashing through the thick dark night;
growing brighter with progressed decent
until at last the light is spent.
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