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The riot of spring

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   Into the riot of the spring

sirens are calling my soul

what the hell is wrong with me?

I feel like I'm a thousand years old


But I've just been a boy

who started a million fires

went down on his knees and then prayed

to catch another glimpse of your face


That day you were wearing a skirt

the day you made my knees shake

all that distant time

I knew you just had to be mine


But the princess never turned around

she never knew he was there

only madness makes sence after all

'cause you made me mad



When it's only trees who really talk to me

I guess it's time to leave and start the riot of spring


◄ Hampstead Heath

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 23rd May 2011 16:34

For me, the first verse says it all, a very quotable four lines.

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Tue 17th May 2011 08:03

I like this - the question what the hell is wrong with me seems somehow to make the rest of the poem also seem like a question, and leaves the reader puzzling.

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