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Yet never did he waver from the path he had chose
Lyla was his sun, his moon, and his desert rose
Not even the temptations he met throughout those years
Those sweet little whispers did fall on deaf ears
Not a friend from class who had too much to...

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To this scene we have gathered on September’s eve
Under darkening sky, where a storm may conceive
Not a sight better is that face I’ve hardly known
So frail and aged in years past he had grown
A tragedy that one with his talents immense
Must be interred so young,...

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But on this night he saw so clearly before
His eyes would not leave the sight at the door
Graceful and gorgeous the girl who appeared
As a storm brewed outside and the heavens had teared
And so Lyla Dawson made acquaintance of the boy
So stunned by her beauty...

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She left him there ruined, to drink and to brood
For three years thereafter he held the same mood
Trapped was the artist in a cubicle office space
Torture for his feverish mind and heart now laid to waste
Alcohol was life though he would never call it so
But...

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But the lover he knew this would not be enough
In such games as romance the going will get rough
And his youth had not abandoned him yet
Such failures monumental he would not so soon forget
And all had been less than this goddess on earth
No other had...

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"If the drinks rob her balance from her beautiful feet
there my arms will be outstretched for her to meet
And each season we spend apart from the other
I will think of her always and never another
No matter how I long to see her once more
And talk...

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From there he drove madly to the hospital where
He was coughing up blood but stayed far from care
His only desire was to see his one love
And pray that help would arrive from above
She was bandaged and bloodied all over in the bed
As he planted one...

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my day's done early
about eleven a.m.
i'm showered and changed

off to tim hortons
coffee and donut drive thru
playing cassette tapes

oldies and goodies
get back home with my dark roast
sit at computer

and enter a world
a strange that is fake and true
which is which and faith

that it means something
may not...

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