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Monday, May 25, 2009

Hot - Sense Cents Sense - Why The Sky Is Blue - We Were On Our Way - Cold Chills Running Down My Back

Hot
Scorching heat
Burns
Makes red feet


Sense cents sense
Home hum home
Does your sense
Make nicely cents?


Why the sky is blue
Has been a question
For generations of
Past and will be
Of the present future


We were on our way
Walking down the street
I hurried on by
I was told you were scary to meet


Cold chills running down my back
You are my savior for the things
I lack
Hot sweat falling down my face
The scent left behind I will trace