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Broken, a poem by Jester
Jester #40
Tue Mar 19 12:30:26 1991
lesse.. hoe bout some more great stuff?
"Why do you do?"
Its not the way that you brign me to my knees
Its not the way that you brorrow, beg, or plead
Im on the verge of nowhere
The sights, the sounds, the smell of the air
It could be false although it could oh, im on the verge of nowhere
the sights, the sounds, the smell of the air
We spend our time in search of the perfect rhyme
all the while we have it all the time
Falling off the edge of nowhere
the sights, the sounds, with nobody there
You cant break the pieces of a broken heart in two
so why do you?
You cant break the pieces of a broken heart in two
to tell me, tell me why do you?
"Broken Heart" (U.K. Remix)
Red Flag
Naive Dance
-Jester
Have a nice trip
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