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Whirled Wide Web ¡SongBook! Oh and by the way, I would like to add another page with your contributions, Kind of a community poem, arts, songs, etc page. Just send yours to me, and I will publish it on this page soon! The following intellectual works, images, artwork, etc, are copyrighted. Any use without permission from the author or artist is in violation of United States copyright law and subject to prosecution. Daddy's Little Girl She was born on a holiday
And the day she came into his life
he would alway say, she brought his life
when she grow's up
daddy's little girl
well the fun they'll have
when she grows up
for Serena ©1994, 1998 David T. Barr When I was two, I was just a boy someone who didn't have a care in the world I'd laugh and talk, and play with little plastic blocks of different colors The other day I looked in the mirror there, standing in front of me was a person I had not met It was someone I once knew -me- just me Twenty five years had passed since I was two what ever happened to the boy who used to play with blocks? What ever happened to the senseless acts of innocently defyinig your parents by coloring on the walls or unrolling the toiletpaper? What ever happened to the people who walked over to your mom in the store and said "boy isn't he cute?, you must be so proud." I don't remember growing old, but today it hit me I'm not a child anymore But that grown up that I always wanted to become. I am the person that I always looked up to when I was a kid Now I wish I could go back. I walk out of the bathroom and into my room and see the reminders of adulthood The blocks are replaced by car keys and stereos and bills Then I walk out into the living room and see my daughter playing with those blocks Nostalgic isn't it? I look at her and see the person I once was. The person I want to be The person I once knew I pick up a block and we play together. Just like I did, when I was two. ©1996 David T. Barr Andy Gibb with a bad haircut Stop the presses sieze the day take your grunge puppie mumbo jumbo and go stuff hay I'm not your mother I'm not your father You just wanted to go out and play Todays the beginning Tomorrows the end It's a short lived mother fuckin high That's so sad to say goodbye fuck the business you call that art? you worship the one you thought was god HE DIED HIGH AND LOVED Kiss his dead feet kiss his dead feet when it all boils down to it... ...He's nothin but another fucking Andy Gibb with a bad haircut.... ©1994 D. Barr IN MEMORY OF MYSELF I am looking down at my face I see nothing but a white paste of skin and cells that once held my body A group of people are gathered around a wood pine box that is covered with flowers. They are looking down like vultures waiting to pounce on their prey. They are dressed in black. They are as sad as I am happy you see I have just escaped form a prison of blood and guts and bones. And now I am a long lasting soul. I am dead or so they say because in reality, I am born again free free to be me In memory of myself ©1996 DTB This Poem was written for dia de los muertos in 1996. Aka the day of the dead. ¡Home!
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