mark the one willing to explore...
a hero within our mist,
complete me
compete thee
the hour divides
Calm down..calm down
the turning of the tide
Halen, Hendrix & Page
broken windows mark your age
visible
creeative rage...
frozen Tundra
late night number...,
look deeper
crunch of the familiar
lonesome tiger,
heaven in side her
walk to the meeting
in seek of a kingdom
treasure with your coat on
in use of the magic fog
Bronco to deliver
summertime hooker
catch you in a hurry
sprinkled to why should we worry
all the lights are dim
Neil Peart with drums going crazy
lay away in a bed of hay;
masturbation...with self deprivation
Hugh Heffner with Playboy just articles today
lonely teardrops fall silently through the aged loop holes
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