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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Not top of list, not on the best kissed got no dreams to make me see sense The world is a stage, but im stuck on a page, coz the script money’s all been spent My hearts in a box, don’t know whose got the lock, so got no hope of finding the key The arrow hit the mark, switched on the dark, so now no hope of finding me Not prize of show, the last to know, the worlds been destroyed again Can’t win the fight, not without light, so I’ll save you god knows when The music’s the thing; Elvis was the king, till he finally lost the beat The rhythm of dance, stopped taking the chance, so the debts going up in the heat Wet cats and dogs, formed the slow cogs, of the Cacti’s long sought food Followed a dream, wasn’t quite what it seemed, the journey dampened the mood Life was an art, I was told by a tart, imprisoned by the light of day The end of the world, stopped by a girl, she couldn’t it wasn’t the way Tears aren’t the cure, need something more, time to turn to the drink Big girls don’t cry, but it’s worth a try, if it keeps their heads out of the sink Something quite small, is often a ball, coz it frightens something so big An elephant cries, and a man nearly dies, as the mouse causes an elephant jig What’s silly is life, on the edge of a knife, the cut short end of a play An open jail cell, leading only to hell, the world is here every day Still stuck in my box, can’t find the lock, still no hope of finding the key But there’s a small chink of light, bearing up for the fight, so there’s a small chance you can find me
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