Biff McGuire

Just a glance from the corner, the wink of an eye
an innocent brush as you try to squeeze by,
The smell of your hair and the sound of your sigh,
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For those of us with special needs,
who see the world through different eyes.
There is somewhere a special place,
the rest of us won't recognize.
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A courtships progression throughout histories years
Has led many a couple to suffer in tears
The cave woman’s enticed by his carrion reserves
Then dragged by her hair to his cave where she serves
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I've seen her silhouette,
the wind and sun reveal to me,
The memory in my mind is set,
shimmering transparent sundress.
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It's all the tiny stabbing pokes,
I never seem to feel,
that in the end, come creeping back
refusing still to heal.
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It may have been you,
you didn't know
That first intimate touch,
causing the beginning
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As the pace of life’s clock quickens
Emptiness overcomes me
Feeling now I’ve missed a chance
To share something
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Feeling betrayed in the beginning
Revenges crash course starts
A Y in the road is calling
Choose me for quick relief
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Sneakin down to Millcreek,
To spend time with my friends
The brown under the willow roots,
The suckers round the bend
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Regretting all the chances; never taken
Have been few
But the thought that haunts me ever still
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I see politicians walking on air
With his hand in the pocket of some billionaire
And I think to myself, what a butt kissing world
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Same old song day after day
Life’s real fine if done my way
Same tired rhetoric, week after week
Lost somewhere in it, the answers we seek
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Give my sisters back their youth;
it only seems quite fair;
the happy lines from happy times
escaping slowly there.
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Who I am, or have become
It all seems such a mystery
I rise and fall just like the sun
With questions locked inside of me
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Always in search, of the perfect words
Someday they’ll come and visit me
All the adjectives and cunning verbs
Describing all the world I see
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A womans tears are a magic tool
Delivering at the worst of times
Her innocence; excusing her
From all of loves most heinous crimes
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When all of my troubles are getting to me,
and your sarcastic ways make you blind (or not see)
I can use your support, never -mind let it be.
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If I write is it wrong? some may think it so,
or is it just clearing my mind?
Just because one might like it and others may not,
am I really committing a crime?
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If I’ve dreamed and can’t remember
I don’t know why I am sure that you
Were dancing ‘round inside my head
As if per-chance you wanted to
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I must be happy
somehow life’s harmony,
it's ups and downs complete
a cycle unknown to me
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