Delay the violins
Don't play those violins
I don't want to listen to
The things they have to say - to me
Oh save those violins for another day.

Oh please, no violins
No sentimental strings
I need no-one to pity me
So let the night begin - to play
Oh play those violins another day.

Give me my horns, Give me my horns
My horns, my horns
Give me my horns!
Overzero - the future's bright overzero


the end

micro poems, modern idiom

god is a symbol
the building waved
my own death
want's needs
zen song
walking a fine lawn
a modern condition
welcome to my town
the missing point
hole in the ground
the sculptor
the war
new black
the future's bright
give me my horns

signs of the times

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