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[title] => In the House at the Edge of Town
[time] => 2005-04-26 14:57:20
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[bodytext] => Shakespeare directing a delicate scene The burned playhouse revived Galileo studying the night sky Plato philosophizing by his side A young Einstein looks ashamed For knowing not what he now knows A courageous Magellan sails the sea Knowing precisely which way the wind blows As Newton drops his red apple From the desolate, bare-barked tree Cecilia and her bloomed flowers die The way it should never have to be Cecilia is tending her flowers In a garden at the edge of town The firehouse is rumbling The playhouse is burning to the ground Inside the antique movie theater Lovers stare at the silver screen They hold each others hands real tight Knowing what this night could mean And as the homeless man sits across Sipping his cup of old, cold coffee Thinking about how is it right now And how it used to be Cecilia plants an orange seed Next years crop will soon be in bloom She gets down on one knee The master arrives at noon The carnival has been interrupted A loud disturbing chant A mob of delinquent youthfuls Weapons hidden in their pants Cecilia witnesses the last and final plea The ambulances sirens roar Reminds her of how it used to be Snow white and her angels Dressed in black velvet robes Descend upon the chaotic town The wolves now hunting in droves Packed suitcases sit on the porch Of the white house across town Cecilia hails a checkered taxi cab In her only wedding gown Locked away in the dusty attic Are the secrets she leaves behind Secrets of her lonely garden The secrets of her lonely mind The taxi cab pulls to the curb Cecilia says, nevermind, leave without me No matter how far away she tries to go Things can never be, the way they used to be [comments] => 1 [counter] => 178 [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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