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Cinder Mint Disaster Garden

Member since 2003 · Posted 7 Dec 2004 · Edited 2 Sep 2005 · 2 comments

Alice stripes her hair with bows Her shallow dimples hide her woes A scar runs 'cross from ear to ear She hesitates and shakes with fear Happiness is all she lacks For there's no place to get it back A cinder mint disaster garden Smells so sweet And in the heat We may lay Where she will seldom stay Gordon wells his fury down It dances hate upon his crown What often makes oft makes his anger Swells it up to mortal danger All the night he sleeps in bed Wrings his hands and dreams of red A cinder mint disaster garden Turns the air To ripe despair And we philosophize Where he so scarcely flies Elby Jean just pays her dues Mutters prayers in greys and blues When she works the job gets done Her hands a product of the sun She takes some solace in her strife This laboring consumes her life A cinder mint disaster garden Grows so loud So strong and proud While we languish 'round Where she has blessed the ground

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[9] INTRANSIT 3-Sep-05/8:16 AM Reply
I saw mental patients in a garden. I'm not kidding.
[8] Bethy 3-Sep-05/12:01 PM Reply
Hey, me too...a garden of lonely desperate souls...:) Bethy