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Calliope

Strumming across with crystal chords, the calliope came out to play
Soaring sonically then to crunch smartly, twas a bright new sunny day
Hot spitting steam piercing thru to the heart, notes etched into the sky
Paddlewheelers pausing on the Mississippi, we all knew the reason why
Maestro’s fingers on the keyboard flying, every pipe choice clean and true
Skirts swaying and jacketed gents straightening, the dancers knew what to do
The kids now want thematic Hollywooden bieberudge, sad to report
Give me the 1890’s bouncing free along with my pizza, would you old sport.

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As It Will

Small people, little people
The Wind knows nothing of these
Big times, noble times
The Rains still fill the trees
Grand Love, Heartbreak
Discover your knees
One death, another last breath
Time passes as it will please

A month ends, a new week shines
No right answer calls
Newborn cries, an old lady sighs
A poor candle spits and stalls
Sun glows, Moon rises
Cold blusters thru the walls
A bell rings, the horde finds the access road
Time and midday traffic stalls

Little people, my people
Earthkind teeming all around
Mere races, many-coloured faces
Trying to keep above ground
Have Faith with Freedom to saith~
I disagree with what you propound
Singers spiel, Dancers reel
Look to what Music has found

Another death, one last breath
Time passes as it will please