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Let the dreamless boy to cry
If his wish to fly has gone
How his tears going to dry
If he stays far of sun
Ask dreamless boy be awake
That the dream, is a part of us
Tell him: "think of a better talk"
And to change the dark glass
Help dreamless boy to be here
And clear his negative thought
Once he comes to hear or share
He will enjoy to dream in a boat
Monday 15th April 2019 7:25 pm
DON'T GO OUTSIDE
Because there's kids
all scissorheads, blade-eyes,
and skin impervious to your reasonable begging
as they wave the pre-cutting knife
in a goodbye to your drained face.
They're behind every corner,
in every shop,
unstamped shouting on every high street.
And there's concrete abode blocks
hammering your daymare...
Friday 19th November 2010 4:17 pm