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To: HG who wrote (7789)	7/19/2001 9:02:17 PM
From: mr.mark	Respond to of 13020

they said, "listen boy you're just a pup" they sent him to a napalm health spa to shape up they gave him dope to smoke drinks and pills a jeep to drive blood to spill they said "congratulations you got what it takes" they sent him back into the rat race without any brakes they took a clean-cut kid and they made a killer out of him that's what they did he could've sold insurance owned a restaurant or bar could've been an accountant or a tennis star he was wearing boxing gloves he took a dive one day off the golden gate bridge into china bay his mama walks the floor his daddy weeps and moans they gotta sleep together in a home they don't own they took a clean-cut kid and they made a killer out of him that's what they did - bob dylan

To: HG who wrote (7789)	7/20/2001 12:19:56 PM
From: HG	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13020

I want to say words that flame as i say them, but I keep quiet and don't try to make both worlds fit in one mouthful. In your light i learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes i do, and that sight becomes this art. Drumsound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way." Who makes these changes? I shoot an arrow right. It lands left. I ride after a deer and find myself chased by a hog. I plot to get what I want and end up in prison. I dig pits to trap others and fall in. Who makes these changes ? I should be suspicious of what I want. I want to hold you close like a flute so we can cry out with love You would rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror, and here are the stones! - Rumi