Faces Poem by GRANT FRASER
Faces
I need a cure for your -
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
Of course this could go on
forever...and ever...and ever...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
with a thumbnail picture,
of your prominent space...
No! we know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
While Earth hangs in the
balance, of the human trance...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
No! We know what to do...
until you swallow your own
tail...eat it...digest...
What to do We know No!
What to do We know No!
What to do We know No!
What to do We know No!
What to do We know No!
What to do We know No!
their is a sort of compression,
unless something breaks...
What to do we know No!
What to do we know No!
What to do we know No!
What to do we know No!
What to do we know No!
What to do we know No!
What to do we know No!
fading in or fading out,
life's precious game...
(going to break off here,
this is where I live...) ,
I know I should retire now,
or fix old broken tired watches,
oh! well, so many faces...
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