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The Dross !
An empty , empty view of life
Whether it be night or day ;
As I stroll the ledge of lemmings -
And gaze unto within my wae !
Today , it matters not of morrow
Nor yesteryear's dismal wake of dark ;
All those worthless , senseless hours -
That left me listless , worn and stark .
But onward thus , through toil and rue
From Nowhere's birth to unjust Death ;
The multitudes of which are not -
Such a waste of hopeful breath !
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edited - 2-21-11
Whether it be night or day ;
As I stroll the ledge of lemmings -
And gaze unto within my wae !
Today , it matters not of morrow
Nor yesteryear's dismal wake of dark ;
All those worthless , senseless hours -
That left me listless , worn and stark .
But onward thus , through toil and rue
From Nowhere's birth to unjust Death ;
The multitudes of which are not -
Such a waste of hopeful breath !
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
edited - 2-21-11
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The Dross !
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