NEGROMEDA

I think that maybe /

if rain pelted on the glass /

I wouldn’t mind the noise

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Heartbroken school girl /

please don’t burn that love letter /

and just forgot me

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The little girl in the pink dress asks the little girl in the purple dress, “do you want to play with me?”

The little girl in the purple dress says, “ I’m not allowed to talk to strangers”, “Let me go

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They fell in love: each a shining example of what the other wanted in a mate

As time went on, it came to pass that He discovered that he wanted a little more of that

And she wanted a little less of th

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The shadows worshipped his angular lines

Reluctant to release its blushing binds

Stepping out from the darkness was the

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She worried as a young woman that she might inherit her father’s mental illness

He lived, for a time, on the 3rd floor of a place no one would ever want to be

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I frequently drive past that apartment building

With desolate recollections unfolding

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A government lead by a thirst for power, self interest

Void of any intellectual reasoning or compassion

Pol Pot? Hitler? Stalin?

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An explosion of flowers!

So many different colors

And kinds I did not know

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When you have a problem, what do you do?

Do you whine and cry until your face turns blue?

Now, to answer that first question you must ask yourself

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