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The Poem in Green

It’s seen things the likes of which you’ve never seen It’s been places to which you have never been A dancing shadow to swift to ever glean The poem in green It was born on Friday thirteen Grew up on the silver screen Steals every scene The actor poem in green It speaks that which it means It appears as that which it seems It hovers at the edge of your dreams The illusive poem in green A mysterious ethereal being This illusia, fantasia your seeing It does a little dance while singing The artful poem in green We only ever catch hints and gleams Like shining, scattered moonbeams Changing, rearranging themes The strange poem in green Green like the autumn trees Green like the deep blue sea Green like a newborn baby The multicolored poem in green Like the world unseen Like a word we mean But cannot explain its meaning The undefined poem in green It’s quiet and serene It’s cold and freezing It’s loud and screaming The old poem in green It’s the fickle hand of fate In the land of love and hate I reiterate The poem in green slate In a computerized world Where every boy and girl Has all their flags to unfurl The poem in green pearl It’s time has come Looking for the ones to succumb The deaf, blind and dumb The poem in green some Take your best shot All the things that you’ve forgot It makes no difference what you’ve got The poem in green what Seize the moment of the day Seize the movement of the way Seize the mind of what I say The poem in green today The odd look upon your face You find yourself in a strange place Without sword, knife or mace The poem in green becomes base Look from whence you’ve come from Look to where you’re going my son Don’t be too quick with that gun The poem in green is number one Sit back and relax Meditate on war and pax Remember who’s got your backs The poem in green attacks Don’t be shocked by what it does Don’t be blocked by what it was Don’t be rocked by all the buzz The poem in green because It’s always on the scene It sounds simple and lean It’s actually hard and mean It’s the poem in green machine It’s the universe All the songs in verse The poem in reverse The poem in green obverse It’s always in pain Circling the drain Like tears in rain The poem in green’s bane Sick in heart and head Lying in it’s bed Bleeding red The poem in green’s dead

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