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[ Mind Warp - Volume #6, Issue #10, File #90 ]
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[ Whimsical Theories - by Chris ]
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Whimsical Theories
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[Chris]
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WHIMSICAL THEORIES
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Ode To Lee Robinson
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grabbing a flag to wave
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even if we lose.
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if the holy one returns,
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don't expect to see me
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on my knees.
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love is an anger [ Editor's Note. ]
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that can only be seen [ I didn't feel like ]
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when one stops to reflect [ centering it. ]
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on their happiness. [ -- Mustaine ]
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what constitutes legality
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in matters such as
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heresy and homosexuality?
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opposing frugality
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for I like to waste my words
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as if they were apparitions.
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are you the hunted
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or the hunter
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for only the stars in the sky
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can guide the foolish.
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lollipop critics
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and chocolate demons
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wrap their tongues
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around selfish hopes.
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numb fingers
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heal the wind
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of a solar fire.
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queens of ancient realms
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were never allowed
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into the monasteries
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because they were too scared
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to see naked men.
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she's looking good,
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even in age,
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but I still refrain
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from speaking to her.
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untying my shoes
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and handing them
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to the homeless man
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on the corner
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for I'm sure he needs them
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more than I.
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looking skyward,
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I cannot ask for help
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to something I do not see,
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so I look down.
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stained and jagged
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are the cobblestones
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under my fee,
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so I bless them
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with the honor
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of my footsteps.
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unopened envelopes
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seem to pile at my feet
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as I forfeit my money.
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disembodied souls
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lie on the ground
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as men lead them to chambers
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and they never come out.
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what more is the sun
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than a ball of gas
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and what more is the earth
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than a ball of rocks?
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ever notice that sometimes
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there's no structure at all
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but somehow we understand
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the complexities
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and the simplicities
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of things that are either
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made-up or based on facts.
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me head is spinning
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and being tossed around
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I am slipping,
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falling,
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aching to be let go
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and I fall on the floor
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and no one laughs.
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hues of disgrace fill my eyes
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and I can no longer see
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why I twisted things around
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to benefit the torture
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I put myself through
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so I stand up,
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walk towards the picture
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and a hand reaches out for mine.
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I was trembling so much
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that I had to falter,
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I had to retire in solitude.
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