Dreams Go Awry

August 30, 2008
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I'm going to hop on the next train.
Here's the news: I've gone insane.
Down come torrents of acid rain,

Landing on my face and on my tongue.
I thought this would be tons of fun,
And now I've found me on the run.

Racing, racing- run away.
Bring me food on a golden tray.
Please don't go- I wish you'd stay.

But go I must, I must, I must.
You've devasatated, annhililated my trust.
My food will come on a tray of rust.





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