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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
I wonder what it's like to be a human I wonder what it's like to relate I wonder at the people in the paper and the one's who've met their fate I wonder is there something between my ear drums that made them burn me at the stake? Took a ride to find my mind brought a friend across the line troubling; no one can save me now that I'm an alien I'll tell you what it's like to be a lie To cover up the monster in me with a smile I wonder at the people who've got stars and the ones who're lickin up their feet Must be something in their snarls that makes my jaw go weak (what made them burn me at the stake, not all aliens are fakes) There's no such thing as real people so drive your hommage through a lake... [This message has been edited by Mad_Hatter (05-02-2005 06:46 PM).] |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
You don't become real until you have to. Nice poem. -GIS 2 Corinthians 12:2 -I was caught up into the third heaven fourteen years ago. |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
I don't believe there is such a thing as a real person, because "person" is a hard term to define, we come in so many different packages. Thanks for the response. |
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