Tuesday, April 12, 2011


If I told you it was a perfect day for it
You might think it was a good thing
You might think it was bright sunny day
You might be mistaken
You may be way off base
It was grey and foggy
Dunner and damp
Fuzzy on the horizon
Moist on window's cold fresh surface

I thought I lost you
The marvels of science
The art of the blade
And an extension of your life

We try not to realize our potential
Allowing another to fill the roll
Another to see what's just beneath
As we surface on another plane
Dozen to win, twice and we're set
We move on, rolling another turn
Risking it all, running the night away
Twice on the table and once in my...

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