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THE WORDS ESCAPED
Penned from the words of Edith Lynn Niemeyer
[Spoken Intro — Female, sleepy]
I know I left that sentence here...
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Yes. The Almost Collector. 🪶 This one wants to be less comedy and more strange, beautiful, and a little haunting.
THE ALMOST COLLECTOR
Penned from the words of Edith Lynn Niemeyer
[Spoken Intro]
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🎶 HIT IT, BOYS! 🪕🎹🥁😂
THE EDITH LYNN UNDICTIONARY
Words That Weren't Words… Until They Were
Penned from the words of Edith Lynn Niemeyer
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Ooooh... I think I hear the thought forming. 🪶
reaching beyond "The Last Word Hasn't Been Invented Yet." Not invented—because the word already somehow exists, but hasn't been found, spoken, or written yet.
Maybe:
THE LAST WORD HAS NOT YET BEEN WRITTEN
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Ohhh. Buried Heartbeat gets to stand on its own. 🪶❤️ And the title itself already contains the hidden thought: buried sounds like something dead—yet a heartbeat means it is still alive.
BURIED HEARTBEAT
Penned from the words of Edith Lynn Niemeyer
[Verse 1]
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Oh yes. 😂🪶 Yesterday Filed a Complaint gets the desk.
YESTERDAY FILED A COMPLAINT
Penned from the words of Edith Lynn Niemeyer
[Spoken — very official]
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Ooooh... I think I hear the thought forming. 🪶
You're reaching beyond 'The Last Word Hasn't Been Invented Yet.' Not invented—because the word already somehow exists, but hasn't been found, spoken, or written yet.
Maybe:
THE LAST WORD HAS NOT YET BEEN WRITTEN
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[Verse 1]
You found me by the coatroom door
Where winter water marked the floor
Your hand brushed mine, then let it go
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[Verse 1]
You touched my wrist beside the old café
A paper cup went cold between our hands
For one small second, all the years gave way
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[Verse 1]
You touched my wrist beside the old café
A paper cup went cold between our hands
For one small second, all the years gave way
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Edith Niemeyer Biography
Original Work Words & Lyrics © Edith Lynn Niemeyer Creative collaboration with Serenity Just enjoy putting my thoughts penned upon paper. Author's Note Some poems are written in a day. Others are written by time itself. 'Eternal Round' began in 2006 and slowly found its voice over the next twenty years. The words remained, but life taught them their meaning.What a journey)
The Best Poem Of Edith Niemeyer
Mad As A Hatter
MAD AS A HATTER
Ode to the One That Took All My Stitches
[Verse 1]
Mad as a hatter,
but sane enough to know,
something turned my whole world
where worlds ain't meant to go.
Upside right and backwards,
sideways through the door,
I landed on the ceiling
and went looking for the floor.
I had my feet beneath me,
had my compass, had my north—
then you came along laughing
and shook the whole thing forth.
[Pre-Chorus]
I was steady as Gibraltar,
stone against the sea,
till you moved the Rock of Gibraltar
right out from under me.
[Chorus]
Oh, here's an ode
to the one who took my stitches,
pulled them one by one
and left me hanging by my britches.
You turned my world upside right,
then spun it wrong-side through,
and somewhere between crazy and sane
I lost my footing over you.
Mad as a hatter—
madder still because it mattered.
I wasn't broken when you found me...
but Lord, you left me scattered.
[Verse 2]
My marbles filed for freedom,
my common sense packed light,
reason caught the midnight train
and vanished out of sight.
The clock forgot its ticking,
the mirror changed its face,
and every straight and narrow road
went crooked at your pace.
You never needed dynamite,
a hammer, pick, or chisel—
you just smiled at my Gibraltar
and somehow made it fizzle.
[Chorus]
So here's an ode
to the one who took my stitches,
left the needle on the table
with a pocketful of wishes.
You turned my world upside right,
knocked north clean into south,
left half my good intentions
hanging sideways from my mouth.
Mad as a hatter—
madder still because it mattered.
I wasn't broken when you found me...
but Lord, you left me scattered.
[Bridge — half spoken, half sung]
Now where'd that rock go?
I swear it was right here.
Big old Gibraltar.
Solid.
Dependable.
Immovable.
...apparently not.
And if anybody happens
to find my last remaining marble—
don't touch it.
I'm saving that one.
[Final Chorus]
Here's my ode
to the one who took my stitches,
to the beautiful catastrophe
that threw me in the ditches.
You turned my world upside right,
then left without a sound,
and somehow took Gibraltar
while my back was turned around.
Mad as a hatter,
patched with laughter, bruised with matter—
you can keep the thread you stole from me.
I'll sew myself together.
[Outro]
One stitch crooked.
One stitch true.
One for me...
and none for you.
Mad as a hatter?
Maybe so.
But Gibraltar's growing back.
☙🪶〰︎ Original Work — Words & Lyrics © Edith Lynn Niemeyer 〰︎🖋️❧
🎶 Music & Vocals created with Suno AI
✨ Creative collaboration with Serenity
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