

Crimson in the Grey The city was grey. The trees planted at precise intervals along the sidewalks stood tall and grey while above, the buildings stood taller and greyer. The holiday decorations which had once adorned every building, shop, and store were now locatd in the large grey dumpsters standing in the alleys or packed in boxes resting on basement shelves. The snow which had once been light, white and crisp, was now a light grey slush. Few of the many grey-coated people walking below noticed much besides their own grey shoes and the grey imprints made in the melting grey snow by those walking in front of them.  Crimson in the Grey


It Wasn't MeI am the pepper I'm part of a pair But next to my partner People don't know I'm thereIt Wasn't Me
But my partner is missing It isn't my fault I don't know where he could be I just can't find the salt
I have searched high and low On the shelf above the sink For that you may know Is where we spices sleep
He's not next to the paprika Not beneath the thyme Or on top of the oregano Or near essence of lime
He must have fallen I hate to think Over the edge And into the sink
While he was with us He was r


Many CatsA catacomb where the dead are keptMany Cats
A catastrophic incident Order from a catalog Cattails grow amongst the fog Cat's cradle tied with a string Set a catapult and watch it swing Catcalls gushing from the crowd A copycat isn't proud Cattle are branded with marks Catfish must be wary of sharks My favorite category's not a thriller It's just a plain old caterpillar


Strange Face in the CrowdAs you walk amongst the throng Many a people you greet As you are simply walking along A most peculiar fellow you meetStrange Face in the Crowd
He's so incredibly tall That in a crowd such as this He hovers over them all And he cannot be missed
You may be thinking that it is just height No marvel to be seen But look again at this silly sight A most interesting scene
For if you look at his placid face That is framed with a white beard What? You make a double take Ohh...that is really weird
He doesn't once fumble But his eyes are closed &nbs


What are friends for?His eyes were of crystalline diamonds Jewels that shine light even in the darkest of nights His skin was soft like a stuffed animals Texture smooth and emitting a wondrous feeling Delicate lips pressed together firmly Not to be pried apart by any force unwillingly His voice is of a nightingales An angels voice that moves people to tears His form is that of a models Movements that mimics the grace of a white swans Gallantly showing off to others Slim and tall with hair as soft as silk Kind-hearted and loving A sweet and a caring person iWhat are friends for?
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Love is all you need.
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Love is all you need.
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... And those who were seen to be dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. Friedrich Nietzsche
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