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002 There was a parking lot Days of candy-fields and cleats Sunshine and his smiles Where innocence was denied Among the crude jokes I always liked it better Glory in picking the daisies And I could have sworn we'd died Even when it rained Nothing was wrong to us (in fact was right) It wasn't even God's place to judge We'd choked on dust and survived.This one actually has a rhyme scheme... (FLYz: YAY! Clara: Go away... [I hate my damned muse...]) Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 03:57 AM PST   0 • 8