James Irwin

Did you ever hear of the tale,
about the Man...who kept in a small pond...a rather huge Whale.

(in my opinion, he should have gone to jail)

In this pond...the Whale would miserably sit,
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I do not want to be involved, at your grand table of feast`s,
for I will not drink blood... with such shallow of beautifully dressed Beasts.

I want no place where this meal be served,
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On this winters night... I have a story for you,
it`s a tale about a man... who`s happiness, he never knew.

He lived a life all be it alone,
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If...for some reason, we ever have to part,
I want you to know...that within minutes, to you my journey will start.

Because, I am your biggest fan,
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Where did all my butterflies go,
lost with summer dreams...and a smile, that I used to know.
Gone with any second glance that is given,
lost to the way of a dance...that has forever been driven.
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From below the shadows...of the masked man...they said,
let him hang high...and then chop of his head.
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If I was a Soldier...I would bend the barrel of my gun...and towards the enemy, I would run.

I would wash, my war torn bloody rags...and turn them into, beautiful white flags.
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Unleash your powers...to complete your gain,
drench us all...in the healing, of your monsoon like rain.

Consciences cleared with every single rain drop,
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Once upon a time...in a darkened wood,
I came across where a Fairy stood.
I gazed in wonder at this magical site,
half expecting this little Fairy to take flight.
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A moment of pleasure caught,
to hopefully persist,
all moments of unhappiness,
to be overcome with this,
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Soft warm sand felt beneath my feet.

Summer days...lost to a comfortable heat.
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On The Farm there was an awful flutter,
when one night...the Chickens started to talk, and one even developed a stutter.

Awoken by this ever so strange noise,
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I am not a torn Rainbow... overcome with a droplet of fire,
neither am I smoke filled rooms of mystical thoughts,
all drenched in my own selfish desire.
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On the evening, of past Christmas Eve,
a family got a shock...when Santa Clause, wouldn't leave.

Drunk and abusive... he told them all,
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It hides from me,
where ever I may be.

Love has no face.
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The girl I love has gone away,
on my knees...I begged her to stay.

She was my love, the only one that was true,
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Over a Beer a Psychologist once told me...that there are only a few that he never understood,
and the worst out of the whole lot,
was that Little Miss Red Riding Hood.
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The cumbersome fool,
who staggers and all,
all the way of a stagger.
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Never had a call to hope im OK.
Never been asked... if I had a nice day.

And never given, a single chance to shine,
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Did you ever hear the full ending of the Three Little Pigs tale?

In the end...the last little piggy had to sue the builders
when the foundation of his brick house...did fail,

and on top of that...
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