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Blog Entry 62 of 65 Different Rhymes for Different Times
Pretty much just some street-type rhymin' goin' on here. Some rhymes might have proper grammar, but most of 'em probably won't. Nothin' fancy. Kinda just however I'm feelin' at any given time. Sometimes there'll be an explanation for the rhyme, sometimes there won't be. Not a whole lot of words endin' in the letter "g". Hopefully nobody ever gets offended by anything I write. That is definitely not my intention. Just kinda writin' out my feelings in rhyme, that's all.

The Edge of the Moon


There once was a time when this land was home

No fences, no boundaries, no golden dome

With paths of grass, not streets of chrome

Where the buffalo roam, where the buffalo roam

From sea to sea, to shining sea

Before the bloody war turned it all to debris

and before somebody started studying me

The land of the free, the land of the free

Because nothing is forever, nothing stays the same

never say never's just a town without a name

Chased away by the burning of the spoon

and that's why we live on the edge of the moon

Do you remember the house where we grew up

where the smell of a new day came from a coffee cup

When this tired, old dog was a sweet, young pup

Before they blew it up, before they blew it up

And do you remember the block where we stayed

From the slick rooftop we would watch the parade

Into the middle of the night we laughed and played

It was a masquerade, it was a masquerade

Because nothing is forever, nothing stays the same

never say never's just a town without a name

Chased away by the burning of the spoon

and that's why we live on the edge of the moon

I watched death and destruction in the sky that day

and I watched my very own mother cry that day

and I watched my sweet mother die that day

Look at mother earth, rotting in decay

Because nothing is forever, nothing stays the same

never say never's just a town without a name

Chased away by the burning of the spoon

and that's why we live on the edge of the moon

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