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Julian Dante Poem
A plastic bag appeared in my dream,
Polluting my thoughts of love
A sign or trickery it may seem
Sent from way above
I look outside and see the garden
My face begins to sag
Oh Lord, I beg your pardon
A rose in a plastic bag
Copyright © Julian Dante | Year Posted 2012
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Julian Dante Poem
unearthed pain
buried past restrained
sweet torturing secrets
forever remain
Copyright © Julian Dante | Year Posted 2012
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Julian Dante Poem
Sun said he'd have his fun today
Took out his gun and blew us all away
Fire balls struck the earth
Mother said 'twas worse than giving birth
Having fun in the sun
Having fun with everyone
Heat waves and solar flares
I wave my arms like I just don't care
The skin has melted off your face
You are no longer a disgrace
Having fun in the sun
Having fun with everyone
White or black, redyellow or blue
I have something to say to you
There is something you should learn:
We're all black when we burn
Having fun in the sun
Having fun with everyone
Poor or rich
which is which?
That doesn't matter any more
At last you see
equals we shall be
Lying there on the floor
Copyright © Julian Dante | Year Posted 2012
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