4:00 a.m.

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    4:00 a.m.

     Dancing in the hail
    Skin turns so pale
    Lay on the bed of nails
    Bread crisp and stale

    Life has many tares
    Little children have no cares 
    No one is aware
    how every on is rare

    Skip along the river sticks
    These things that bight at your head, ticks
    Cover up the heartless nicks
    Burn your life's candle wick

    Never to live in harmony
    Only can wish for piece in thee
    Our minds blow up the melody
    No one believes in charity 

    Is the love gone
    Blow up another bomb
    We only care for the thong
    We've made life so very wrong

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    Qualin commented on 4:00 a.m.

    08-08-2010

    deep and I see talent waiting to blossom..good write Qualin
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