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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[ Clipped Short and Back ] [ By Holly Day ]
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Holly Day
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Clipped Short and Back
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still dream, places you touch
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in sleep but never moved toward
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almost reached once, thin morning
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alcohol-caked teeth, cracked lips, screaming empty
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all the way home, emptier
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than ever before and
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why
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do these fragments of hangover
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hurt so much, too much need for something
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that will never be--housewife,
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settled against the cold kitchen wall, gin and ice
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in a child's plastic tumbler
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drinking alone to imaginary streets
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a thousand miles ago, and everything
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unsaid
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Holly Day
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1830 To the End of the World
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The sun sets red on the limestone cliffs
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scarred by the footsteps of disillusioned
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patriots
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more than a hundred years ago, quiet
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idealists following
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a crazed man with a beautiful dream
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of Utopia.
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The ghosts of silent devotees
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march along the mesa tops, still forms
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clouds the evening sky, Moroni beckoning
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on, on,
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through the desert
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before dawn.
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Some men pretend content
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facing tolerance
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and some men have the courage
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to turn their backs on it all, conceive
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of a better way, a better life
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a better world. Joseph Smith,
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Brigham Young--
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I salute you and all of your dreams.
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Holly Day
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My Mother
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would take me to work with her, sometimes,
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on nice days. I'd sit all by myself
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in a secret deep hollow
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filled with wild grass taller than I was
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and fluorescent blue butterflies. If I sat
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very still,
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the butterflies would land on my head
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as if I was a fairy princess
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and they were my ethereal pets.
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At the end of the day, my mother
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would wade through the field
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and take me up to the farmhouse she worked at.
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She'd pick me up and put me on the back
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of the horse she had most recently finished breaking
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and lead me around and around
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the track, laughing at my shouts
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of "Faster, Mommy! Make it go faster!"
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uXu #371 Underground eXperts United 1997 uXu #371
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Call LHD<48> -> +1-818-546-2332
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