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The hustler is driver behind the wheel of his cue,
His gloved hand guides its gentle rocking,
Until it is sent whipping through another rack...
The monkey sits each evening in the river,
The human just a monkey in science,
The hard days come to make us feel it...
You walk down the road with camera in hand,
You see him on a streetlight and say,
Who is that man...
Above the Void
Working up hold by hold,
Rising up fall by fall,
To stand above the void...
Ships on the Horizon
You say thier ships are on the horizon,
But we can see through yours,
The horizon is home only to angels...
The nocturne of a dinner crackles,
Giving life to the dark night,
With an offer of Regalian cooking...
Memories of Yore
Standing keep atop a fateful valley,
Spying on memories of yore,
With the lens of brotherhood...
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