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Once Pan, the God of mischief and of mirth,
Conceived a plan the mortals to dismay.
Argatos bred the saddest folk on earth.
It's there they say the men complained all day.
So Pan their prayers...
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Who lives the candied lives
of greeting cards?
Old Santa's just the first
of many lies.
Who dare resists
when every song bombards us,
makes us spend, consume,
our life despise.
What if your...
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Vast kingdoms once
did span this shrinking sphere.
One monarch bold
a million men could rule.
To teach the dumb,
protect the poor from fear,
to sow these seeds,
a scepter was his tool.
If I...
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Just stop and listen.
Don't you have some song or other
all day running 'round your brain?
Why THAT tune?
Each one driving me insane.
Some dawns I think:
"Did THAT go all night long?"
And...
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So awkward I feel,
agitated, trapped,
but I feel that way
even when alone.
I checked my watch
while everybody clapped.
Why aren't you here?
I hate it on my own.
What's all this ruckus?
I...
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I've sworn off holidays.
The treat's the trick.
Renewed resolve caves in
with each excuse.
From racing year to year,
I'm dizzy, sick.
Red hearts, green beer, brown eggs
try to seduce me
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The ghosts come out to meet me
from their sleep.
Not as my parents
do they watch the door,
but from each photo's frozen face
they peep and haunt the habits
I can wear no more.
They summon...
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When players
know their instruments so well
that thought is act
and both of them are one
or when impassioned poets
in a spell hear chanting faster
than a pen can run
or when an artist
in a...
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