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Something deeply hidden had to be behind things.

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Hidden Talent

Written by gerry beckley, 1998
Found on human nature.
Just like a person from another world
My eyes can see inside you, little girl
I see things that you dont want to see
I see things youre trying to hide from me
Im just trying to make you understand
All the ways you can affect this man
From the moment that you came in touch
With the power there to burn so much
Youve got hidden talent (yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
You know your past is whats been bugging you
If youre ready girl ... do what you gotta do
Look for your life between the lines
Bad directions and poor designs
Youve got hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Check it out you ... got it, hidden talent, oh
With the advantage of perspective i
See theres more to you than meets the eye
But now the time must come to spread your wings and fly
Yeah (hidden talent) yeah
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Check it out ... you got it, hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Affair without warning
Hidden talent, mmm (mmm)
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
(fade)

song performed by America
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I've Never Trusted Before

Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
As deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
And as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.

But from you like no other,
I just know it'd be cool.
And deeper if you wanted it that way too!

Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
And as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.

But from you like no other,
I know it'd be cool.
And deeper if you wanted it that way too!

Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
As deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
And as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.
But from you like no other,
I know it'd be cool.
And deeper if you wanted it that way too!

Deeper if you wanted it that way too.

Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or,
Deeper if you wanted it that way too.

Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That-a Be Tops Of Cool

Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
As deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
And as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.

But from you like no other,
I just know it'd be cool.
And deeper if you wanted it that way too!

Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
And as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.

But from you like no other,
I know it'd be cool.
And deeper if you wanted it that way too!

Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
As deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
And as deeply as you wish me to.
Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or as deeply as you wish me to.
But from you like no other,
I know it'd be cool.
And deeper if you wanted it that way too!

Deeper if you wanted it that way too.

Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?
Or,
Deeper if you wanted it that way too.

Can you tell I've never,
Trusted before?

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Dream

'TWAS summer eve; the changeful beams still play'd
On the fir-bark and through the beechen shade;
Still with soft crimson glow'd each floating cloud;
Still the stream glitter'd where the willow bow'd;
Still the pale moon sate silent and alone,
Nor yet the stars had rallied round her throne;
Those diamond courtiers, who, while yet the West
Wears the red shield above his dying breast,
Dare not assume the loss they all desire,
Nor pay their homage to the fainter fire,
But wait in trembling till the Sun's fair light
Fading, shall leave them free to welcome Night!

So when some Chief, whose name through realms afar
Was still the watchword of succesful war,
Met by the fatal hour which waits for all,
Is, on the field he rallied, forced to fall,
The conquerors pause to watch his parting breath,
Awed by the terrors of that mighty death;
Nor dare the meed of victory to claim,
Nor lift the standard to a meaner name,
Till every spark of soul hath ebb'd away,
And leaves what was a hero, common clay.

Oh! Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth
To dim enchantments; melting Heaven with Earth,
Leaving on craggy hills and rumning streams
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams;
Thy hour to all is welcome! Faint and sweet
Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet,
Who, slow returning from his task of toil,
Sees the low sunset gild the cultured soil,
And, tho' such radliance round him brightly glows,
Marks the small spark his cottage window throws.
Still as his heart forestals his weary pace,
Fondly he dreams of each familiar face,
Recalls the treasures of his narrow life,
His rosy children, and his sunburnt wife,

To whom his coming is the chief event
Of simple days in cheerful labour spent.
The rich man's chariot hath gone whirling past,
And those poor cottagers have only cast
One careless glance on all that show of pride,
Then to their tasks turn'd quietly aside;
But him they wait for, him they welcome home,
Fond sentinels look forth to see him come;
The fagot sent for when the fire grew dim,
The frugal meal prepared, are all for him;
For him the watching of that sturdy boy,

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poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Lament

Where are those dazzling hills touched by the sun,
Those crags in childhood that I used to climb?
Hidden, hidden under mist is yonder mountain,
Hidden is the heart.

A day of cloud, a lifetime falls between,
Gone are the heather moors and the pure stream,
Gone are the rocky places and the green,
Hidden, hidden under sorrow is yonder mountain,
Hidden, hidden.

O storm and gale of tears, whose blinding screen
Makes weather of grief, snow's drifting curtain
Palls th'immortal heights once seen.
Hidden, hidden is the heart,
Hidden, hidden is the heart.

poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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Deeply Dippy

Deeply dippy bout the curves you got
Deeply hot, hot for the curves you got
Deeply dippy bout the fun we had
Deeply mad, mad for the fun we had
Oh my love
I cant make head nor tail of passion
Oh my love
Let set sail for seas of passion now
Deeply dippy bout the way you walk
Contact sport, let the neighbours talk
Deeply dippy, Im your superman
Ill explain, youre my lois lane
Deeply dippy bout your spanish eyes
Sierra smile, legs that go on for miles an miles
Oh my love
I cant make head nor tail of passion

song performed by Right Said Fred
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Agonised By Love

I crawled through the forgotten house
In open air I will be appeased
Rubyless settings on a terrace hill,
They seemed swallowed by the sun
They seemed swallowed by the sun
It is even hot
It is even hot under the blue moon
I cant sleep
I am deeply agonized by you
Deeply agonized by love
Im deeply agonized by you
Deeply agonized by love
Madding crowd in my view
Squigle myself underneath
I say
The stream flows, the sky blows as a sultry breeze
And the madding crowd still in my view
I think
I am deeply agonized by you
I am deeply agonized by you
By your love
She comes
She comes my way
Here she comes
She comes my way
A blurred moon throws a shadow on my face
The black sea dashed like a thunder in my ears
I am deeply agonized by you
By your love

song performed by Xymox
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Agonised By Love

I crawled through the forgotten house
In open air I will be appeased
Rubyless settings on a terrace hill,
They seemed swallowed by the sun
They seemed swallowed by the sun
It is even hot
It is even hot under the blue moon
I cant sleep
I am deeply agonized by you
Deeply agonized by love
Im deeply agonized by you
Deeply agonized by love
Madding crowd in my view
Squigle myself underneath
I say
The stream flows, the sky blows as a sultry breeze
And the madding crowd still in my view
I think
I am deeply agonized by you
I am deeply agonized by you
By your love
She comes
She comes my way
Here she comes
She comes my way
A blurred moon throws a shadow on my face
The black sea dashed like a thunder in my ears
I am deeply agonized by you
By your love

song performed by Xymox
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Cloaked and Hidden Agenda

You think I can't see through your strategy?
Or your cloaked and hidden agenda.
You think your creepiness comes to bother me?
Or your cloaked and hidden agenda.
You think me to be weak and a bit naïve.
You think my eyes are closed to your deceit.
But I'm a product of these urban streets!
And that cloaked and hidden agenda.

I've got a remedy to chill the heat,
Of that cloaked and hidden agenda.
We'll see which one is stunned with frozen feet.
When you free that hidden agenda.
My mind is not blinded or fast asleep.
I see right through you and I don't have to peep.
That repeated game will be your defeat.
With that cloaked and hidden agenda!

You think I can't see through your strategy?
Or your cloaked and hidden agenda.
You think me to be weak and a bit naïve.
You think my eyes are closed to your deceit.
But I'm a product of these urban streets!
And that cloaked and hidden agenda.

I've got a remedy to chill the heat.
We'll see which one is stunned with frozen feet.
You think me to be weak and a bit naïve.
But I'll beat that hidden agenda!

Those tactics that you use will be put to bed.
With everything you've done and everything you've said.
And I'm going to be the one to end your dread.
And your cloaked and hidden agenda!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ive Found A Love

Baby, Ive never had a single thing in my life I could call my own.
There you were, holding a love so true,
Now Ive got a home, now Ive got a home.
I found a love, hidden in a backstreet
I found a love, baby
I found a love, hidden in a backstreet
Hidden away from the world, baby
Baby, you really make me feel like a king, a king without a crown.
But darlin, promise me one little thing: that you wont let me down.
I found a love, hidden in a backstreet
I found a love, baby
I found a love, hidden in a backstreet
Hidden away from the world, baby
Dont ever tell me lies baby,
Dont take it for a ride baby,
Just stay here by my side baby,
We wont ever stop.
I found a love, hidden in a backstreet
I found a love, baby
I found a love, hidden in a backstreet
Hidden away from the world, baby

song performed by Cat Stevens
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Hidden

Hidden away I am.
Locked in my world of dispare.
I have to hide away.
Its safer that way.
No one can get me.
I can hide my pain.

Its all well hidden to the human life.
All hidden deep inside of me.
Hidden its all hidden.

Ive hidden myself away.
Hidden my life in my world.
Just hidden it all is.
Its best that way

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Of Ancient Mastodon, Sleepy Bee & Young Men Who Leap Too Soon From Bridges - Nightingale Confesses Into Straighter Teeth

'...descend, and of the curveship lend a myth to God.' - Hart Crane

Pueri aeterna, septem cadens
Etiam plures ad

The boys eternal, seven falling
Too many more to come

Jamey Rodemayer
Tyler Clementi
Raymond Chase
Asher Brown
Billy Lucas
Seth Walsh
Justin Aaberg

Sub olivae, pacem
Ut vos omnes adoremus orientatio

Under the olive trees, peace
May you all adore this orientation

******

"I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their
hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once
hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain."

- James Baldwin

'Ignacio goes up the tiers
with all his death on his shoulders.
He sought for the dawn
but the dawn was no more.
He seeks for his confident profile
and the dream bewilders him
He sought for his beautiful body
and encountered his opened blood

Do not ask me to see it! '

- Federico Garcia Lorca*

1

Even the pigeons on my stoop are silent now.

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poem by Warren Falcon
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Sleepy Bee, He Is Rising Beneath Me, The Hidden God Is Pleased

Sleepy Bee, He Is Rising Beneath Me, The Hidden God Is Pleased

for Karthik

Somniculosus Apis, Sleepy Bee
Ascendit infra me, He rises beneath me
Deus absconditus placet, The hidden God is pleased

'...descend and of the curveship lend a myth to God.' - Hart Crane

The boys, seven falling: Jamey Rodemayer, Tyler Clementi,
Raymond Chase, Asher Brown, Billy Lucas, Seth Walsh, Justin Aaberg

Oh Valdosta,

He is busy preparing a repast for many paying guests who will watch him cook sacred chilies of his Mother's garden born, who will hear him sing their praises...Krishna was over yesterday more radiant than when we first met beside the cardamom and the ghee in the intoxicating basement of the Indian spice and food shop not easily hidden below the sidewalk, such aromas cannot to be tucked away like the shop is beside and below the avenue.

Which flower should I adorn my table with? I ask, approaching shyly beside the spice bins. I buzz inside, a bee for the nectar.

If you serve, said he, If you serve with cardamom and ghee then flowers three are best, the jasmine, the oleander, the anthurium. But if choosing only one, he looks at me, something insistent, responding, in his eyes, I would choose for you the anthurium.

And so we began our time together, the first demur approaches, the blushing papayas, the cooking lessons, then the fires, the chilies harvested, curtains drawn. One day perhaps I to shall fall but in this way:

I shall fling back the curtains
Open the window
Throw cut sleeves for years
gathered, hidden, to the street.
Shouting out names of lovers,
I shall then leap openly into life
land softly upon the Autumn
ginkgo leaves and, golden,
kiss every parked car
on the street leaving
lips like leaves and all
the cut sleeves in love
with all the world and if
not all the world then
all the cars and a fiddle
dee dee for the fall of me

Yesterday I coached him how to slow down as he speaks (his accent is thickly, richly Tamil) , how to enunciate each syllable. He had several stories to choose from which he may relate to the guests, all of which he related to me, a sweet one of him as a little boy waking up at dawn, asking his dear mama for an omelet to eat:

'Sleepy Bee, ' she called to him. 'Go, my Sleepy Bee, to the garden and be sure to smell the jasmine there, touch softly the spices in trembling rows, fetch then some chilies of many colors and I will prepare for you a dish as you wish. When the teacher makes you sleepy by noon reach then your fingers to your face, smell the spices there, remember the touch of smooth skinned chilies whispering of lingering liaisons to come, and you will brighten my Sleepy Bee.'

A chili omelet she would make, a side of yogurt to soothe the burn, and milk from the cow drawn before dawn's first udder swelled against the press of distant hills where even the Temple soundly sleeps so very full and pleased with itself. Mother, each morning as he stumbles, rubbing his eyes, into the garden, tells him,

You may shout if you wish to wake

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poem by Warren Falcon
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We Keep It Secret

Nobody sees us,
So in love...
But,
On the streets the people say,
We do not speak at all.

Nobody sees us,
Privately...
But,
We know what's there.
And we will care.
We know what's there for us.

Nobody sees us,
So in love...
But,
It is said that you and I...
Do not talk or call.

We keep it secret that we,
Love so deeply.
Together we will always be,
Regardless of what others see.

We keep it secret that we,
Love so much.
No one expects,
That our success...
Is kept between ourselves.

We keep it secret that we,
Love so deeply.
Together we will always be,
Regardless of what others see.

Nobody sees us,
So in love...
But,
On the streets the people say,
We do not speak at all.

Nobody sees us,
Privately...
But,
We know what's there.
And we will care.
We know what's there for us.

We keep it secret that we,
Love so deeply.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deeply Blue Indigo Hued

DEEPLY BLUE

Your grief, as anger on your skin, tattooed
with hornet stings, I’ve scraped red raw again.
I see you deeply blue, indigo hued.

From deep articulate wells, you yell blood
curdling echoes of your past. You display
your grief as anger on your skin. Tattooed

drum beats protest, berate, constant and loud.
My love can’t penetrate the noise you make,
I see. You, deeply blue, indigo hued

by fossilised recollections of abuse
I don’t recognise, are stultified as pain.
Your grief as anger on your skin tattooed.

Slinging stones remorselessly, you’re good
at hurting, wounding, searing with your aim.
I see you deeply blue, indigo hued.

You choose to proffer me your open wound.
Prefer, to my voice, your scarlet futile stain.
Your grief as anger on your skin tattooed
I see you deeply blue indigo hued.

INDIGO HUED

I shall not speak again, shall not pursue
you, beg you not to misconstrue, assure
I loved you in the only way I knew.

The time is done, I did not protect you
in ways you needed, wanted me to do.
I shall not speak again, shall not pursue

emotions you have refused me. Although
my memories of joy have slipped from view.
I loved you in the only way I knew.

Your vehement, violent screamings of abuse
echo in my head, bounce around the room
I shall not speak again, shall not pursue

the past, as if we could begin anew,
undo mistakes, bridge chasms, plaster wounds.
I loved you in the only way I knew.

I broke convention’s chains by loving you;

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Hermann And Dorothea - IX. Urania

CONCLUSION.

O YE Muses, who gladly favour a love that is heartfelt,
Who on his way the excellent youth have hitherto guided,
Who have press'd the maid to his bosom before their betrothal,
Help still further to perfect the bonds of a couple so loving,
Drive away the clouds which over their happiness hover!
But begin by saying what now in the house has been passing.

For the third time the mother impatiently enter'd the chamber
Where the men were sitting, which she had anxiously quitted,
Speaking of the approaching storm, and the loss of the moon's light,
Then of her son's long absence, and all the perils that night brings.
Strongly she censured their friends for having so soon left the youngster,
For not even addressing the maiden, or seeking to woo her.

'Make not the worst of the mischief,' the father peevishly answer'd;
'For you see we are waiting ourselves, expecting the issue.'

But the neighbour sat still, and calmly address'd them as follows:--
'In uneasy moments like these, I always feel grateful
To my late father, who when I was young all seeds of impatience
In my mind uprooted, and left no fragment remaining,
And I learnt how to wait, as well as the best of the wise men.
'Tell us what legerdemain he employ'd,' the pastor made answer.
'I will gladly inform you, and each one may gain by the lesson,'
Answer'd the neighbour. 'When I was a boy, I was standing one Sunday
In a state of impatience, eagerly waiting the carriage
Which was to carry us out to the fountain under the lime-trees;
But it came not; I ran like a weasel now hither, now thither,
Up and down the stairs, and from the door to the window;
Both my hands were prickling, I scratch'd away at the tables,
Stamping and trotting about, and scarcely refrain'd I from crying.
All this the calm man composedly saw; but finally when I
Carried my folly too far, by the arm he quietly took me,
Led me up to the window, and used this significant language
'See you up yonder the joiner's workshop, now closed for the Sunday?
'Twill be re-open'd to-morrow, and plane and saw will be working.
Thus will the busy hours be pass'd from morning till evening.
But remember this: the rimming will soon be arriving,
When the master, together with all his men, will be busy
In preparing and finishing quickly and deftly your coffin,
And they will carefully bring over here that house made of boards, which
Will at length receive the patient as well as impatient,
And which is destined to carry a roof that's unpleasantly heavy.
All that he mention'd I forthwith saw taking place in my mind's eye,
Saw the boards join'd together, and saw the black cover made ready,
Patiently then I sat, and meekly awaited the carriage.
And I always think of the coffin whenever I see men
Running about in a state of doubtful and wild expectation.'

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poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Freelove

If you've been hiding from love
If you've been hiding from love
I can understand where you're coming from
I can understand where you're coming from

If you've suffered enough
If you've suffered enough
I can understand what you're thinking of
I can see the pain that you're frightened of

And I'm only here
To bring you free love
Let's make it clear
That this is free love
No hidden catch
No strings attached
Just free love
No hidden catch
No strings attached
Just free love

I've been running like you
I've been running like you
Now you understand why I'm running scared
Now you understand why I'm running scared

I've been searching for truth
I've been searching for truth
And I haven't been getting anywhere
No I haven't been getting anywhere

And I'm only here
To bring you free love
Let's make it clear
That this is free love
No hidden catch
No strings attached
Just free love
No hidden catch
No strings attached
Just free love

Hey girl
You've got to take this moment
Then let it slip away
Let go of complicated feelings
Then there's no price to pay

We've been running from love
We've been running from love

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Ocean Masquerade

Lovely dolphins gliding about,
Offering us their precious pout!
Of all God’s creatures down below
Kept safe for Mankind yet to know!
Facing the world with gracious grins,
Often flipping their dorsal fins,
Reaching down to the distant depths -
Truly savouring all their breaths!
Happily swimming back and forth,
Exploring East, West, South and North!
Having the time of their lives each day -
Instead of us who work for pay!
Dolphins are noble! Quick to smile!
Dolphins are graceful! They’ve got style!
Expressing joy to everyone...
Nurturing youngsters to have fun!
Dolphins delight to see us swim,
Opening friendship’s no mere whim!
Love’s the best answer, don’t you see! ?
Precious as pearls to you and me!
Happiness comes to those who wait...
Inside each heart that doesn’t hate!
Nothing’s hidden from those who stare,
Seeking sweet dolphins everywhere...

Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2000.

Here’s the dolphin poem called ‘Ocean Masquerade’ and
it features a hidden message using the first letter of each
line to read out what the little treasure is all about,

“Look for the hidden dolphins”...

This poem is about the exquisite Danbury Mint Coalport
bone china portrait of a dolphin by Robin Koni and this
cleverly portrays the playful spirit of both Man and dolphin!

Inquisitive creatures take risks yet by faith they usually
improve themselves in the wondrous process called
the learning curve! By searching for the hidden dolphins
in Robin’s picture we are partaking in the artist’s
perceptions of perspective and colour and therefore
increasing our own awareness of the truth and the hidden
truth ‘just below the surface’, so to speak! I was glad to see
more in the sea than I first saw! That’s what life’s about,
it’s a journey of discovery as anyone who watches the
Discovery channel will know!

But just how many hidden dolphins are there in this

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poem by Denis Martindale
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Where Is That Villain?

Where is the villain...
I'm to fear and not go near?
Who is that villain?

Where is the villain...
I'm to fear and not go near?
Who is that villain?

Before I go outside,
My eyes are open wide...
To,
Look for a villain.
And someone to suspect,
Is...
Other than chillin'.

I can't sleep at night.
Without lights turned on bright,
Because...
I am looking for a villain.
Someone who says 'Boo',
And scares me too!
A villain hidden to do me in.

I can't sleep at night.
Without lights turned on bright,
Because...
I am looking for a villain.
Someone who says 'Boo',
And scares me too!
A villain hidden to do me in.

But...
Where is the villain,
I'm to fear and not go near?
Where is that villain?
Hidden to creep on me to leap.

Before I go outside,
My eyes are open wide...
To,
Look for a villain.
And someone to suspect,
Is...
Other than chillin'.
Hidden to creep on me to leap.

Where is the villain...
I'm to fear and not go near?
Where is that villain?

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What children take from us, they giveWe become people who feel more deeply, question more deeply, hurt more deeply, and love more deeply.

quote by Sonia Taitz
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