FORCE MAJEUR
Well, if one can just keep pushing
back it seems they'll all go away.
These hordes are like mountains
of sand. If the hairs on a head are
God-counted, so too these creepy
heaps can be diminished.
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Everyone keeps a meager effort
going: boys park their cars and
walk to the bars. 'Boys comb their
hair in the rearview mirrors, and
the girls try to look so fine?'
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You may have heard it that way
too. Everywhere I go, there is you.
Sunshine came softly to my window
today? Rather than linger, I just
walk away.
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