Posted by Benji Radtke on March 19, 1999 at 14:07:44:
I heard the child
Weeping beneath the stars
His abandoned tears falling to the ground,
I heard the stories compiled
The tales of mental scars
And tattered years now sleeping sound,
I heard the howling wild
The hunters and their czars
The running fears and the ferocious hound,
I heard the meek and mild
Fleeing in their little cars
Lost in mirrors, never to be found.
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