A random poem from Concrete MoMMa
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is too much and with such grief sustain
prove bankrupt, in this poor rich gain
is too much and with such grief sustain
prove bankrupt, in this poor rich gain
and sells eternity to get a toy
a dream a breath a moment of fleeting joy
and for one sweet grape who will the vine destroy
life is a rhyme
for many of us it's just killing time
you can kill the dreamer,
but you can't kill the dream
for honor and beauty in the owner's arms
are weak from a world of harms.
o, o, refuge let me find
and save me from my mind
please let me find some peace of mind
a sad tale i tell
where sorrow hangs like a heavy hanging bell
and rings and rings it's doleful knell
oh hell
to hell with hell and the hangman's bell.
and now my defame
hangs in shame
my poor good name
and asks... what do we win? if we gain the thing we seek
who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week
ah the spring.
sweet sweet smelling spring
it used to be a cause to sing
and oh, happiness enjoyed by but a few,
as is the wonder of the morning's silver dew,

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