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It's a lesson you'll learn As your life moves along, And you meet that first girl that brings on your first song. You'll stammer and twitch Shuffle and itch And try to decide which Wa-ay to tell her you love her. Love is awkward. You both sit there and stare While the silence drags on Yet you know how she feels Like you've felt all along. And when you finally think You have the courage to talk You'll choke on your tongue And forget how to walk. You'll stammer and twitch Shuffle and itch And try to decide which Wa-ay to tell her you love her. Love is awkward. Then your feelings take hold And you move in real close Tel

Canine of the clever way With the passion-red fur, In the forest where you play A swift an agile blur. O beast with the true-love heart, Loyal, true, to your wife, rare, of few to play the part- -Honest, loyal, mate for life. O Todd, O Vixen, your gaze; Mindful, upon the sky Testament to thoughtful ways gleaming stars in your eyes.

Eternity lies within those pages The legacy of knights and sages. Dusty tome, old ways unfurled An ancient trail, to an ancient world. Eager eye meets telling text Dashing along for whatevers next. Enthralled and lost in the 'no more oak' I turned the last page, and then awoke. An unsaid farewell, and now we must part But it will forever remain there, now in my heart.

I know a friend who has helped me the most, Without her help I would not be myself So I ought to tell you all about her Listen, and I'll tell you why we are so close. She always smiles and says something sweet Truthfull, honest, and always good to hear With a wink she would tell me to enjoy life, Then laugh, loud and joyfully upbeat. She told me a story I needed to hear Of star-crossed lovers who took their lives With her tear, then her smile, again I learned Always believe in true love, like Shakespeare. One day she told me I would be so grand, Told me she'd see me on Oprah someday soon I smirked, and struggled to hold in a lau

I am the voice that you command, I'll chit-chatty-clack for a graceful hand, And I'll mish-mash text at your demand, Forming words both small and grand. I am stage for prancing fingers, Dancing and leaping, new-fashion-swingers, Rat-tat-tatting to the beat of the singers, Leaving in them a tingle that lingers. I am the key to a pixilated place, The crowning achievement of the human race, Where the words are the people, who have no face, And the voice can be free from any disgrace. I am a tool, and you the craftsmen, Building up words time and again, Since that time long ago when I replaced typewriter and pen. And for those who

Son, don't you lose your heart, To this photogenic girl, She's only a photographic work of art. Take it and rip it apart, Don't you fall for her feminine twirl, Son, don't you lose your heart. You've believed it from the start, That she shines like a crystal pearl, She's just a photographic work of art. Hell, I know you're smart, Maybe she makes your eyes swirl, But son, don't lose your heart. I was just doing my part, But maybe I'm the one who's in the whirl, Isn't she just photographic art? I guess the eyes can be the heart, And now my doubts unfurl. Son, don't lose your heart, Because she is a work of art!

Heros sift through rubble, Weary hand meets cold steel. Heros search for life, Rubble clouds their hope Dust stings their lungs, They persevere. Rubble is always this way, So... why aren't people?

Truely, unfaithful thou art! everything you forget, so you've torn my trust apart, so your anger is now set? and now you're so sure i'm wrong, like i'm some annoying child, you think its just an old song. no, you're the one being wild! never could I dislike you, friend I'm just dissapointed, kay? many bent you to their trend So I'm the one you push away? oh, i'm sorry to be sure, really though I am not wrong. rush to call me immature, you're still my friend, my lifelong.

I walked along the unknown path Underneath the blackened sky I bore the crucial pass's wrath And  held unto the reason why The labored trials and  fickle ways The howling wind's whistling cry Walking 'long through the grey-dawn days Always aware, my reason why Then, as I was pattering forth I glimpsed a smitter-smattering It drove the evil clouds far north It was the sun, ever shining And in the hopefilled rays of day I continued onward anew When atlast saw my goal, there lay A glassy, placid pond of blue Atlast, I kneeled  down in that place The sun, for rest, lay down itself I n awe I  beheld what was here In peace, I dis

I have wants, I have needs, But will the end justify the means? All my hopes, all my dreams, Can come to be, but through what means? Every friend ever hurt, A means to an end, that lost it's worth. I try, honestly, to be the me I want to be, But sometimes the end, outweighed the mean. I made a choice, I said "I wont" But still the end taunted me, Can I ever truely realise, That This end does not justify the means?