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Sign of the Times

Paint if you will a picture

I tripped and fell
Right under your spell
I was Pavlov’s dog trained well
& you his very incessant bell

This is what it sounds like

Played out on a xylophone
Spelt like a name unknown
Only when I am all alone
No one to hear me moan

When doves cry

Because we talk of scorpions & frogs
Phoenix files that we archive & log
Queen bees hives left to defog
Vented outlined all in a blog

Do you lie?

We can play games of he said she said
The fact remains I want you in my bed
All those words stained inside my head
I want them silenced I want them dead!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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