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above::my::desk

(04/12/2004; 01:18pm) - above::my::desk

I have a new piece of paper that reads:

I'm just an alchemist I turn pens and papers into verses
Turn three verses into a song that makes you nervous
Turn ten songs into an album with a purpose
And I'll plant that seed in a place deep beneath the surface
Water that seed till the trees grow tall as birches
The tree bears fruit, the sun gives heat like a furnace
The fruit provides nourishment for every single person
But the fruit becomes worthless, surrounding climate worsens
So I go back to the lab, create a different version
But something seems odd, those pens and papers just ain't working
Now the situation's changed and everything seems uncertain
I'll stop planting those seeds because it's time to close the curtains

-Josh Martinez

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