The WWW According to Jeff Markus
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| Snowman's Lament February 22, 1997 Listen Here: 
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As winter winds do harshly blow, And from the clouds does fall the snow, A little cabin in the woods Begins to fill with smells so good. The air is crisp, the time is near, Through the window I stop and peer. It's not enough to calm my soul, My heart is set on soup from a bowl! Oh soup! Oh soup! Oh lovely soup! How I wish that I were in the loop. I cannot stand to be so near. For the soup I shall not get, I fear. If I could, I surely would, Go into that cabin in the woods. Alas, it cannot be, and why? I know. For I am, but a man, made from snow. |
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| A Story Unifinished |
Since it's been so long Since I saw you, Except in my dreams, Where you appear every night. I wanted to tell you A story of sorts A fantasy, really About the moon and the stars, Things near and far, And the hopes and fears, And the laughs and the tears. The story, it starts In a place much like this, But different, no - better It starts with a kiss. The moon was full bright, The stars all alight, And your beauty did my presence grace. Though to each other, Our faces weren't new, The feelings I felt, Couldn't exist without you. |