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[title] => The Final Festival
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[bodytext] => There stands the whistler, he’s humming Along fell Jack and Jill The guitar player is strumming The Joker laughing still Along the old highway their dancing In the shops around town they sing In hotel lobbies and Universities A once in a lifetime thing Maggie wakes up late Dressed in only a ripped white robe She peers out through her window Rummages through her old wardrobe A perfect match, light and dark gown A spectacle you never saw Her prince is waiting down-town The festival is in an uproar The sunlight stays dead still Night-time will never come The oceans waves have frozen The Bees forget they stung Children flock in droves They hold each others arms They sing in perfect harmony Not one feels impending harm Deserted are the houses Where Maggie used to live Empty is the heartache To the ones she will not forgive The unicyclist waves and leaves Off to the big parade The slimey newspaper reporters Think they’ve got it made Music from the loud speakers Voices you love to hear The guitarist feelin’ groovy The drinkers huddle in the rear Maggie searches the crowds Her prince can not be found To every passing face She calls his name aloud A tear begins to roll Down a lonesome cheek Maggie sits beside the monk Who hasn’t spoken in weeks He tells her she need not cry Life moves by too fast Maggie turns her head in faith Her prince walks right on past Here comes the blind police captain A missing man is lost She pleads with him to search with her He can’t expend the time or cost Alone again she stumbles A dead rat lay on the floor Crushed in all the madness Three feet from his front door Maggie knelt and stared at it A peaceful soul it seemed She picked it up and carried it Put it in the river, let it flow downstream Now stands a broken woman On the banks of her own world Depleted and exhausted She rest her head and into a ball she curled The whistler ceased his humming The joker all choked up A festival of misery Seemed to never stop The children came to Maggie Young and unafraid Eighteen years and counting She already looks like an old-maid The children knelt beside her and stared Just as she had once done They rubbed her long brown hair The game is never won Two years to this day A prince sought far and wide For the love he owned then lost And was never by his side A king you are today Still alone deep inside Only from the festival lights Do you cowardly run and hide Maggie’s letters memorized You read them each and every night You never really stopped loving her The sun no longer shines just exactly right [comments] => 2 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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