Why can't we find a place

Where no rats are in the race

Where only idle things prevail

Where, together, we could sail

Upstream from all the madness

So far from all the sadness 

Serenely would it lead

To a place where we are freed

To be as naked as at birth

Just us and Mother Earth

There, we'll dig ourselves a hole

And bury deep our sou...

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I want to do it

But I don’t do it.

I hope to do it,

I know I won’t do it.

My life of procrastination,

Is believed to be an abomination,

By those involved in my creation.

I will never get spiritual emancipation.

This life of procrastination,

Although kills the time I have,

Has enabled my imagination,

To come out of dingy cave.

I think to do it,

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Sunday 

is  for  drowning 

a  morning's 

morphine  riddle  of

words  and  stolen

rhymes

unkempt  in 

dubious  time

and  exorcised

design

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