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By B.K. Date: 2020 Sep 08 Comment on this Work [[2020.09.08.04.35.1414]] |
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The silence of three am Devoid of life insanity Airplanes grounded Fog lies low to ground Money machine is melting Like a Dali painting I hesitate to turn on music Seems the only way To silence the mind Stop the ever-present If only what if why Think of the lovely Crazy clock that chimes Out of sequence The aliens waiting to land Be sure to mention the Zebras And that I never loved you anyway Then tell the moon goodnight for the millionth time Damn that book take that bow Then blow a kiss to quiet of four fifteen the eighth of september twenty twenty four am bk |