My head was dandriff free!

Happy am I!
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Tired and off to bed.


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Someday God

May bring us back

When angels are great

And not just holy beings

For hope to have some wings.
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Dance me into a daisy cakes,

With all those strange beings within there

A spy maybe looking down on love

So cowardly and ignoble base humanity

I see the foul waste and wonder

When oh when

Will we do much better?
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Accept the shampoo..

Go into the feeling

The feeling you like

It feels good

Hair alive with snakes

Now it is good

Thanks to Medusa Shampoo.
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Map to the heavens...

It was in an odd box

With finger like locks

Held their inside death's hand

To look inside is to understand

The undead days

In which life can slip away

As in a day we love

We rarely age

Love your life.

Do better.
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MINOR STUFF

NEVER IS THAT MAJOR

ALWAYS LOUD

BUT I KNOW MINOR

FROM MAJOR.
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Dinner for Hater.

A lovely new destroy noovel.
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The truth about the super nova explosion.

It was extremely memorable

Very unforgettable

Watching it blow up

All I felt was

A lot of impossible

It was flashing intensily

With great intensity

Till the star gave way

And finally so impossible

I had to flee the scene

Star now gone

I mourn you

Though you are nobody

But a hole in the night sky

That had a beautiful light

On othet nights

At least now another thing of beauty

Far far away beyond my eye sight

New stars form

And I wonder why I was allowed

To see this a few weeks ago

A passion so great when

It did blow

Sending light across the universe

And into my minds eye.
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Be it the right way

Or be it not

The dirrection finder can get lost

Like some random sexual encounter

Twist of fate

Sometimes God is late

Life runs wild as you wait

Playing though with time itself

With meter to lay it out

Layer after layer of cake

To slowly bake

And rise

And r
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Take nothing for all...

How generous is the sound of music

Ready to join the fray

With an array of musical notes

For we all love the sound music makes

Take nothing at all

Kiss not when you are eating

How tasty is morsels

You must feed

You must feed

From a nightmare into a dream
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