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Proselytizing on a Park Bench
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2011 A disgrace- a disarray
herald a new day
worlds with nothing left to say
A penny for your thoughts
a nickel for your time
spare a word and I'll give you a dime
These words I say
tucked inside- far away
Silence- the coming dying day
I heard it once
but in a dream
what did they say
what did they mean
I'm not at all what I once seemed
Now I'm not a saint
and I'm not a king
but I've lived and I've dreamed
and I've seen what they've seen
