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I. Death is a ghost we pass onto the next generation Everyone wants to go to heaven No one wants to die And why should they when they have clothes to fold dishes in the sink? The dog needs his food and water, And when shall the mail arrive? You shall surely pass no more. Ye shall complete your tasks. Turn off your fucking TV. II. Beating heart. Tapping foot. Forests aflame devour the bears food. Stumbling block, Perhaps your brain is the culprit. At least no thief can steal your heart. They may step on it; soon they depart. But what of it...No one can steal your heart. III. You may be amazed that children lie back upon their pillows long after you have kissed them goodnight and offered them sweet dreams this is the responsibility of the mother primarily But alas they have not sweet dreams They don armor and fight dragons who spew out fire They fall in love, live in castles, learn to play piano when you are not watching. Learn to close the door upon your child’s destiny They will be well They have their journey IV. Days pass hurriedly Some times slow I seek thee in the aisles of produce The isles of ocean overflows. You may drown land and citadels and city states Submerge first thoughts, wash over well constructed themes You will never drain from me my ever so love of you. |
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