By B.K.
Date: 2004 Jan 05
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The Answer is Blowing in the Wind

So we made it to Mars
Pass out the cigars
Kiss me quick
Close the curtain
I would bet most certainly
We have lived there before
We all got to earth
But that is a wide berth
Of thinking
I'd rather test the quicksand
Beneath my toes
Start my mind thinking
In rhythmic
Can't you sees
I would never feed chicken
To a crocodile while
Holding my baby close to me
Can you ever believe what you see
Then this kiss is real
This love is not Vegas fools gold
It is a real diamond mine
Made from a mountain of soft coal