PART V
Don't go one more day
Wishing to be older
You must choose another way
And be a little bolder
Youth, oh, eternal youth
Be happy in your agelessness
Don't be wishing change
Enjoy this graciousness
I know this may sound strange
But, youth, oh, eternal youth
Quit trying to outrun time
You'll get there when you need to
Quit trying so hard to climb
Out of this self and into the new
Youth, oh, ephemeral youth
When you reach the end, what then?
Is it all that you thought it would be?
When did you lose your agelessness? When?
To discover your own mortality?
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We think the father was a collie
The pup has all the marks of that breed
But, it will become our folly
When we find the affair was close indeed
Our neighbor's dog looks quite jolly
We could pin him, maybe, with the deed
Oh, it's a girl...
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Along the wild and rugged shore
The mighty ship can fight no more
She surrenders herself to the waves
As each man, his own life, he saves
Oh, but risk your life for another's sake
You'll be alive still in the storm's wake
For when all storms have come and gone
It will matter then what you have done
Oh yes, it will matter to you then, my son
When the storm is come and gone
It will matter what you've done
If you lived your life for one
Or gave that life - to all or none
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They crossed swords for King and Country
Prepared to die, if it was necessary
They placed their duty before their lives
'Twas thought of each, "for good, he strives"
But, then that King became a beast
Thought everyone but himself was least
Then the Musketeers thought up a plan
To replace that king, who was not a man
They found his twin - of hidden face
And fashioned him to take the place
Of the dog-king - and this they did
And France was successfully dog-king rid
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Needs, not greeds, should control
each and every human goal,
that life might not leave man empty,
but make him whole.
Seeds, not weeds, should be grown
and a good crop be sewn,
that life might leave man with plenty,
and not bare bone.
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Come on baby; let's do the twist
Get a little closer to me
Feel the rhythm - movin' in me
Dance and live the feelin' through me
Come on baby; let's do the twist
And just in case you've missed the "gist"
Get a little closer to me
Love and feel the rhythm in me
Don't forget you're livin' through me
It might be your last dance, baby
But, I'm not done dancing, honey
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I get off work at six hours past noon
You wanna take me for a ride, as we gaze at the moon?
Or, no time for gazin', just kiss me 'till I swoon
Well, dear, you won't hear this little lark croon
Nor get me in a car with you anytime soon
'Cause, honey, if you think you're pickin' me up - you're a loon!
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It was the catfish stew
that upset our little tabby
He saw the old fish with whiskers
and its big gills, large and flabby
He said, "Look here, I'm a cat
and supposed to chow on fish.
But, here's a thing that's called a cat
and it's lyin' - mighty nice - on a dish.
"But, were I, just in theory,
to eat this animal -
you would then have to call me
a cannibal."
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When I was in my daze,
and the world was gone,
I looked around for you -
but, you were also gone.
When my daze was done,
and the world remembered me,
I didn't wait for you -
and you didn't wait for me.
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There behind that tree
the initials still read
LY heart TE - LY is me -
I still am, in my need,
LY - and you, dear heart,
are still TE
but, somewhere you
have written on some other tree
the someone you love
who hearts TE
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Can't help myself,
so I must rely on you.
Toss me a line, here;
I'm drowning!
Don't walk away
and leave me
floundering about
in the deep end.
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"I could skin her alive!"
Now don't get so uptight
It'll be a'right
You won't hafta skin 'er
She's lost 'er sight
And half 'er height
She's old, man, 'real old
No strength to fight
Those eyes - no more bright
You won't hafta skin 'er
No more of 'er there
left to skin
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That horror of tomorrow
looms over me like a rain cloud -
a harbinger of sorrow.
I must wake and don again
those vestments that scream so loud -
then get soaked in rain.
It comes down upon my head
and I look up like someone proud -
to note that sign of dread.
But, those at school will say
as if I thought to oppose the crowd -
it did not rain today...
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