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Toward The Edge

By Wil C. Fry, 2018.10.18, 12:14

(Copyright © 2018 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.)


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Holding all the numbers in our heads
As we walked in line toward the edge
Lofting our flag for everyone to see
Taking the final steps into eternity

Everyone is a machine
Everyone is so silly
Everyone’s a chimpanzee

Weeping under the willows at half past three
Eating rotten fruit from the tree of liberty
Hiding in skeletons that none of us can see
Someone melts down first; maybe you or me

Everyone is a machine
Everyone is so silly
Everyone’s a chimpanzee




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