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My pocket-watch tells me it's ten to three,
The moon peers though a silver tinted shroud.
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The eyes that drink the music that I think
The way they capture everything of me
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Sweet Cupid sets his aim upon a Grace
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We'll stand beside the sacred spring of life
And hold it safe despite what man would do
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Cherry blossom snow of softest pink
Adds magic to a street in any town
18 lines, 4 comments,
on Apr 29 11:05 AM. In Love, Nature
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He ripped away the patriotic fog
By painting scenes of brutal blood and gore
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It is the finest tool that man has owned
The true embodiment of every thought
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on May 2 4:36 PM. In tribute
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My pocket-watch tells me it's ten to three,
The moon peers though a silver tinted shroud.
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There's no more Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Since Alice stopped their battle with her blade
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It seems the world can laugh and wear a smile
While all I see is veiled in monochrome
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There is a darkest moment every night
When all the air is hushed and time is stilled
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on Jun 13 4:00 AM. In Dark, sonnet
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The clouds that hid the stars have rolled away
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