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Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Tell me, magic 8 ball
Wish upon a shooting star
Ask a genie from a land afar
Text 45294 and see
Gaze for days at the crystal sea
Flip a coin, roll the dice
Call a psychic, pay any price
Eenie-meenie-miney-mo
Horoscopes will surely show
All these things that promise truth
Still I’ve no idea where to turn, what to do
So many questions left
And me, left here alone
To find the answers in this mess.
- by Spastic waffles |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/24/2009 |
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- Title: Questions
- Artist: Spastic waffles
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Description:
One of the few true poems I've written...I generally stick to songs.
I think the poem itself is pretty self explanatory...
If you like this, you can check out the rest of my works at my writing guild, Infinite Possibilities! - Date: 05/24/2009
- Tags: questions
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Spastic waffles - 05/25/2009
- Thank you! I really appreciate hearing that.
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- Lithumn - 05/25/2009
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Wow! I really liked this one; original, good rhyme scheme, and all with a message!
5/5 - And a Favorite! - Report As Spam