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Written by joseph bejcek poewhit   
Friday, 13 October 2006

Walk down the city street.

Just about fell off my feet.

Monoxide wonders giving me a thrill.

YET- I didn't feel at all ill.

Only to sleep on a park bench.

Rain falling, with ACID-RAIN wonder.

I felt closed in like calling thunder.

Dead trees falling,making me wonder.

Baby on the ground won't live.

Temperature over 100, people in fits.

Nature balances itself out in time.

Always moving,answering the rhyme.

We live with all the fallen mistakes.

HIGHNOON TIME - NO MISTAKE

Last Updated ( Friday, 13 October 2006 )
 
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