Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The jester sits
Pity the fool...
The jester sits
Upon the jagged steps
Of yesteryear.
I pity his frown and
The tears he
Let's spill carelessly.
He longer dances
And can't be moved
To tell a joke.
I sit beside him and weep.
9-27-10
The jester sits
Upon the jagged steps
Of yesteryear.
I pity his frown and
The tears he
Let's spill carelessly.
He longer dances
And can't be moved
To tell a joke.
I sit beside him and weep.
9-27-10
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The jester sits
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