

Angel?I saw the face of an angel ,and I walked right by. A little red herring must have caught my eye I turn to look back, and shes out of sight I probably shouldnt wonder, but I think I mightAngel?
I can hear the angel; the song she sings I start singing along; make a chord that rings Her voice fades out, and its only me Stranded in the middle of an endless sea
Smiling at my angel, and I see That shes sitting there smiling back at me Alarm clock sounds, and it always seems Things feel so real, but theyre only dreams.
Been running in


Things I missI miss the spring, The start of things new I miss the love I once shared with youThings I miss
I miss the summer, The freedom and fun I miss my car, The very first one
I miss the feeling of ringing a chord I miss all the friends That I don’t see anymore
I miss the excitement
Of falling in love I miss my faith In god, up above
I miss being young, And over protected I miss the hurt Of being rejected
I miss the friends Who had to depart I miss not having to break a heart
I m


My Poor Eight-Legged FriendThere you were Sitting on your web You scared me at first, looking kind of dangerousMy Poor Eight-Legged Friend
You were fun to play with I'd take ants and other insects and place them on your web The moment they touched, you'd be there winding them up, carrying them back to your spot where you sat waiting, in the center of your web
It was a win win situation You got lots of food I got entertainment
Then you became a parent You kept your sack of baby you's close by Fighting off any predetors, or ants I would place on your web
But now you're


There comes a TimeThere once was a giant cat named Freddy, who lived in a basket full of joy.There comes a Time
The joy was so emended that it killed forty six people in the great joy fire of
1986. Then, 72 white capitolists from Brooklyn had an elaborate hoax
performed on him by and eighty-three year old pancake specialist who lives in
eastern Illinois. I don't really like pelts, but I don't mind what they are. Cats
don't need festivities to live, but they do need a basket of love to help them
through their lives...and to give them lots of shoes to wear on Sundays. I hate
everythi
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Quit work, make art.
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