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bluejourneymanbluejourneyman Posts: 421
edited August 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Sam I am

I like hairy legs
Sam I am.
Prickly legs
Will not do.
I need hairy legs
Sam I am.
Clean shaven legs
Won’t do.
On a cold winters night
Hair is what I like.
Sam I am
Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
(Wolfmother)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grand Rapids 2006
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  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    the bird in the hand
    might get lost in the bush
    if it goes in too deep
    or in too much of a rush
    it might not see
    all the whys and the wherefores
    though what would it matter
    when it already knows that it's done for.
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • bluejourneymanbluejourneyman Posts: 421
    When one has lived
    His life a lie, what choice
    Does he have, but to move on?
    The grass does not have to be
    Greener on the other-side
    Of the fence, for the grass to grow.
    The man has grown something
    Out of nothing before.
    He brings a lifetime of tools.
    He does not want to just survive
    He wants to live and breath
    We all must be born and die.
    Everything in-between is his
    His alone-
    However, maybe there is
    Room for one more.
    Can't you see that there's light in the dark.
    Nothing's quite what it seems in the city of dreams.
    (Wolfmother)
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Grand Rapids 2006
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