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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required June's Astronaut He claws and scrapes Letting out something of a growl Stills time stills all attempts and quests for normal thefts May is gone Life becomes June Young trees reaching further and further everyday Wild fires burn their pros and cons protect nothing except energy Here comes the wind Flames themselves free They aren't of yesterday's creed They have a beat Ill tell you where to meet A song thats never heard As the lyrics staged for the next change Trapped in a cave with every song ever wrote Remembered then forgot That awesome bird Who am I to sing another person's heart Another man's dream With swishing feet and laughing eyes With hopes to go beyond these skies Jarred scared wrecked without a spare The honest face of time So close and yet not willing to try Does me time Like sailing in an ocean of wine Then get lost End up on an Island with Bill In life there is but one wrong move But really none are wrong Coming to the reality of my fantasy The perfect life on mushrooms Those who were met well Never settling for anything less Born in the month of June Those who are complete Gone those bold nights so windy and cold No not even an astronaut of my dream of my younger youth Eyes seen life of unfair memories No place to call home A memory of a room with no view
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