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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I was one and twenty a moral with a twist ... They say I am the key That will unlock the cell Yet how can I get free for I’m wrapped up so well Don’t wrap me or cell me just give me what THEY want At first, they say they want to heal me synonymous with 'heel', you see rather, they wanted to fix me like bones being picked by doggies Puzzled to be taken apart Scrabbled for letters to impart I own lost and found cellular call there again and nevermore I am the finder's, the loser's and the weepers, and the keepers I am crammed in a vacant space Can't catch my breath, chasing from mace I speak, and lost in translation I'm Brit, spoke French to a Russian So here I am midst some unknowns Vultures who'd like to pick my bones The flower uprooted my weeds Went skydiving wearing my tweeds Doctors say that I'm a bit strange Yet they study me...found that strange I say I hear and see things they say it's all in my head ... where else would it be I passed all their test reasons I am kept there They say that I do not give the wrong answers ... just the correct mistakes They go fishing in a fishbowl I am the hunted inferno A moving target, home can't go I'm out in the world, day and night Come from the cold, say when I might A marked calendar, on a wall What marked calendar, me—that's all Lamb in want of its lost shepherd Last seen, eating 'lamb chops', I heard Wheelchairs and psychiatric knees Be ike the sounds of rubbing reeds I'm the hushed one, who makes the noise I picked one, no girls, and no boys Who did you pick? I picked my mom You did not pick your dad, how come He's trying to be, sea master Can't if the sea's calm forever The doldrums' subtle current ends We row till the sails fill with winds A river does not rise for pleasure ... Nor does a drowning soul An eagle soars skies of azure ... Mouse sans any control I am a pearl they lust ... like a diamond and rust.
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