OH SO WRONG
Sometimes, so off-track as it all is,
'how did I go so wrong' is the warning
flashed. Two paths converged in a woods.
You come too. That's mangled Robert Frost.
Abut the path less traveled, and the thing
about being out mending fences. So, I sit
here nursing a grudge. All around me are
those others. They find a language they
can speak, and damn if they don't speak it.
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I live alone in a world of domino speakeasies,
where all the girls in the world get one day
of glory. The lights high up in the attic, I
notice, sometimes seem to flash in code.
If I only knew the key, I could read
what it was they wrote.
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A pretty girl is like a melody?
Tarah-rah bum-de-day?
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