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Next time (Pimple) by Billy Fights

It's the fourth of July Fireworks are going off In the night sky And you're lying here next to me The fireflies have no clue What's going on overhead The sky burst Blue, Green, Yellow, Red A rivalry runs through this town tonight Cutting across the alleys and back streets A whisper spreading like wildfire; treason The queen will hang tonight Long live the king Head hung low celebration sings The return of the king Watched die, arisen again This was his coffin I watched them lower the casket The head stone still reads two dates Will they just add a third Next time?

jessicazee 3-May-05/2:29 PM
The second stanza rocks my world, a cliche, I know, but really, very very good. Maybe de-mystify the third stanza for us underlings, and also revise to lowercase the beginnings of lines that permit it. 9.6




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