Some folks have nothing
Some have even less
Everyone is hoping
For more than hopelessness
School is full of learning
Church is full of sin
Government is waiting
For the UFOs to win
No use pretending
We share the same time;
Those graduating
And those left behind
Searching for that place
You and I conjoin
Both of us the beggar
Both of us the coin
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
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7 comments:
Yes! It all adds up!
If that's Storm...I once met her. On a cold night....hey wait a minute...she controls the weather....what a jerk!
Copyright infringement!
I'll take the case!
Didn't they meet Spiderman once?
You're telling me, I'm hanging out with a bunch of Star Wars characters while simultaniously fighting evil clones. On top of that, some gun-toting maniac has taken over my blog.
Blogocide is a crime punishable by thirty lashes with an oar. Don't question my intentions. The last mortal to question me was my arch-enemy Edmonde, and now he lives in my local library, hoping to be checked off the shelves before the Quickening.
I've got to complete the mission! But the mission is as random as a slice of cadderburry pie. Why, there's no such thing as cadderburry pie, is there?! It was all a rouse to get us off the mission!
The mission is all that there is.
Yes, the mission is everywhere. That is why it's impossible to sway us from it.
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