January 2011
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Poem of Dread.
Excuse me, kind sir.
But, where am I? It’s all a blur.
But, who am I? I’m not sure.
But, what am I? I can’t seem to concur.
I think what I’m asking is, why can’t things be the way they were?
Why can’t things be like when I was with her?
All I’m asking is… why?
Why, can only Superman fly?
Why, am I rooted to the ground; unable to roam the sky?...
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Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head by B.J....