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Burn

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My hand shakes and quivers a bit
At times of importance, times of joviality.
My face burns like the ring of a hob,
My hands slide like melting plastic.

And the head is adrift, treacherously,
A lost ship close to jagged rocks.
The mind’s on the island asking why
The warning sign is always burning in the sky.

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Amanda Lukas 04 May 2007

Sean, Disregard my threatening message. (Oops!) I'm happy to see you back in action!

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Goldy Locks 22 April 2007

Devious & spectacular. So current, relevant. This is why i continue to read poetry over song lyrics. Your writing, Seán, keep on. care, sjg

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Aldo Kraas 20 April 2007

Very good work Nicely written

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