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| The Man Who cried |
Digging wells in search of wealth he found his slickness in the mire
He lost gems, lost friends, the games biggest insider became a pariah
When prudence beat him down he became his own town crier
Ringing bells in his own head he was eye weary and head shot
Too many legs locked when he should have kept his legs locked
Love was like an expensive watch lost at high tide
The light house was only visible when this man cried
See his inner man died and he sought resurrection
His Easter weekend was a time of inspection
His demeanour, his complexion had morose inflections
Yet his resurrection would be a new collection built to last through time
A new creature built by intelligent design with a new mould to define
All because he was the man that cried
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Posted by poetic7 on 2009-04-16 17:24:50 | Rating: | Views: 61
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