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This flower represents the fact you kill;
Every time they put you on the bill;
Every time you say the words you will.
What's it like to bloom and over-spill
If we were ever meant to become friends
There'd be know need to expedite the ends.
We surely would have met some where by fate.
And talked until we made each other late.

A girl before me came who held the golden key.
This spiritual love is not for me

And now the critics say that you have grown;
Discarded all the old ways we had known.
I always knew you'd never let us down.
You're still the only true imperfect clown.
The crucifix stands for mystery.
Points to all the things you can not see.
Two pieces draw the nearer to your heart.
They meet and slowly spread apart.

And did you ever stare into the eyes of fame
Define the thing that represents the name.

©1997 Joe Matzzie