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Mother's DayIt's five oclock The Sun's barely up And Mommys still asleepMother's Day
Me and Annie whisper Then giggle As we tiptoe downstairs,
Barely missing Lucky, As we sneak into the kitchen
With a clatter and a bang, Were as quiet as can be, we promise And crackle, then sizzle Bacon and pancakes on the pan.
Sunny Side Up like Mummy likes Bright yellow The color of buttercups
Fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, Nice and warm Placed on a tray, Ready for Mummy.
With the tray Back upstairs we s


Music of MiserySomewhere,Music of Misery
Something far away sings to all each day. It paints for everyone and everything, The brilliant shades of red, of yellow, of orange and dark blue Of the sun and from the fading moon
From these hues of color Come more vivid cousins of the like To paint the trees that dot outcast lots of green, A never ending battle against asphalt grays and city black, But fear not, small victory appears in little shrubs of green, That plant themselves between cracks of set concrete
But in my office cubic, there is no victory For each and every hue So vividly


On a Sunny DayWhy I couldnt tell you on a sunny day? Why the moment must be now; on a rainy day beside the road In soaked through clothes and deep grey skiesOn a Sunny Day
It has to be the rain, My tears can have new friends Maybe its be sky, Since the sunny days were meant for happy times Could it be the wind? For its howl drowns out the voices that I try to make
Those have to be the reason why I cant tell you on a sunny day So I can weep for my mistakes And let the darkness blot my face Whisper silently the words I so want to say to you on a sunny day But coul


Metal Wings of RustTime has past, I wake from my deep slumber, With remembrance of waking hours,Metal Wings of Rust
Of overbearing pressures, Relentless in assault, Crumbling my body, weakening my soul. Only sleep absorbs such follies from this life But every unconscious hiatus Wields unjustly consequence, And mine has gone on far too long. Blinded by my troubles, Sleep was my escape
With a groggy groan,
My surroundings are unveiled The shock of darkness hits me hard, Unprepared, but much expected, The ring of life is but a distant echo. Each stampede of wind muff
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