Fat Head (Gold Molder)

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    Fat Head (Gold Molder)

    Feeling like I'm in the future

    You're there too but you can't move quite as quickly

    I run circles

    And come back

    But you're still worrying about the past

    You could be happy

    Come, sit on the grass with me

    Don't say a word, listen relax

    What I think's significant

    Don't say a word

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    Robin commented on Fat Head (Gold Molder)

    03-05-2009

    ok Im listening... I wont say a word...I like this its cute...

    NacolleMarie commented on Fat Head (Gold Molder)

    03-04-2009

    wow a few people i would like to have read this one lol

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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