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The Half Naked Frown

The Half Naked Frown

Is it the same as everyday
Or is it the pleasures of dismay
Whine all I can and I will
But the clock is never the same never still.

I walk down the lane
Of love, for what my heart fears
And down came the rain
To wash down my tears.

I sat right down
With a half naked frown
I look at the cloud
And think it all aloud.

Why the inane lies
And why the masked face
And where goes the meaning
Of the so called warm embrace.

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i really liked dat. i can relate
Good one