Clouds turn to faces,
Right before your very eyes.
Someone you might know.
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Black mud dauber wasp,
Building her mud hut so well.
Fine architecture.
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He's a little demon with beautiful eyes,
Beautifully blue, like the midday skies.
He calls me grampa, and smiles my way,
And under his spell, I want to stay.
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You lay on the couch watching t.v,
Munching on potato chips.
A couch potato for all to see,
Emptying those bowls of dip.
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It's of my youth, of which I sing,
When I was a ninety eight pound weakling.
They'd tie some string on me, so tight,
And made me soar, just like a kite.
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Foot powder, baby powder, gunpowder,
Powdered milk, powdered eggs,
Powdered meat?
Powdered water, what to add.
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Dynamite, good and tight,
Staying up till early light.
Pick a fight, when you're right,
Yes you might.
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The morning is crisp,
There is a certain cleanliness,
In the air.
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The brash humidity is gone,
The frost giant's children,
Came to visit in the night.
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Listen to the voices, inside your head,
If you don't listen, it could get bad.
Listen to what they say to you,
Then you won't be naive, without a clue.
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