Saving Daylight

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    Saving Daylight

    519am 08 mar 09

    eyes pop open
    a thousand miles
    a million miles
    light years
    years from now
    two thousand and twelve years from now
    ive lost an hour
    im lost for an hour
    but now i'm sound
    elusive sleep
    wheels spinning
    oil can says the tin man
    if i only...
    ahhhh come back
    a week forever
    a weak, bleak december
    remember?
    march on, soldier
    stay the course
    somethings gotta give...
    some things are forever
    paced carpet
    a path worn and discernable
    pacing for progress
    walk for the cure
    alms for the poor
    spare change
    i am not a crook
    the great repression is upon us
    the devolution is being televised
    close the lids please
    sunday morning haunts forever
    guess ill go watch one more sunrise.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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