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Today you have
the power to hurt.

Tomorrow you will be hurt.
Time will turn the tide.

Nothing always remains the same.
The high and mighty have fallen too.

History keeps reminding
again and again.
If only I had been
what I had seen in the mirror.

The reflection
misdirected me
the signpost was the journey
and not the destination.
Armageddon
is heading
this way,

but it could be a hoax
some folks on Facebook
know *** all.
It's raining
not pouring
and this old man
is not snoring,
he's wide awake
and thinking
for gawd's sake
what happened to
the Summer.
Something foreign
something sweet
something something
you'd want to meet,

and you'd never know
if
you don't want to know
oh
but something sweet
you would want to meet.
If I'd been up to no good
I really, really think I would
have told you,

but I've been very good
or so
I tell myself.
I scowl
I scowl
for I never heard the owl
what is going on?

there are fair beast and fowl
but no sign of the owl
what is going on?

That sign on the village green
'keep off the grass'
I haven't smoked that in years
what is going on?
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