24 aug 2003
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Cold wind blowing,
Across the holy ground.
What you thought was sacred, 
Soon spreads around
      the world in 80 days,
      Get me home now.

Superlative performance,
Then a curtain call,
Roses at your feet,
Causing you to fall
      is my favorite season,
      colorful leaves on the ground.

Shadows and spectres,
Cause me great fright,
They dance around 
My room at night
      s around the round table,
      chivalry's not dead.

Friends take advantage,
Of her charity,
She is only bound,
By a sense of duty
      free stores at airports,
      don't forget your passport.

Here is your coffee, 
This is a a decaf.
Here is a doughnut,
This is a bagel.
Here is your diamond,
This is a rhinestone.
Here is your coffin,
This is a landfill.