your friends the fair begins, The lost, the lonely, silent few, To heal hearts and help amends, And help their lives to start anew. 

    I'M STUCK ON YOU LIKE GLUE. 

   Sometimes it hurts so much that I know it could never come true, I wish you would notice me some day, Then I know it will soon pay, I'm stuck on you like glue and no one can pull me apart from you, Your personality makes me want to hold on... maybe like...super glue, I'm stuck on you like glue and no one can pull me apart from you, Ya...I'll still be stuck on you till you notice me some day... 

    WHISPERING AUGUST 

   August had three sisterns, Name of April, May, and June. When he came to slake his thirst, One would ladel him a spoon, 

   Of water. His three sisters, Knew the coming of the moon, But August in his whispers, Knew a joyful little tune, 

   The daughter, of his neighbor, Sang when she was all alone, And heard her at her labor, As he passed her way to home, 

   At dusk, the streaming vapors, In keening, Godly litany, Curling, cut their capers, In the forest by the sea, 

   Of which she sang, don't ask, shy Little August, knows the rune, For he will only sigh, and say,   "Go ask April, May, or June." 

    THE KING JAMES RED LETTER EDITION HOLY BIBLE 

   For proof I fell 'neath my own spell, And feigned design of blinkered mind, The truth to tell I knew quite well, Though in deigned ink red purblind. 

   THE BOY WITH SAD EYES 

   The boy with sad eyes, Did not realize, That every kid in town, Could see his little frown. 

   The boy with no smile, Seemed to take awhile, To answer to his name, But answered just the same. 

   Deepset little smudges, Held no inner grudges, Just an emptiness, Nothing more, nothing less. 

   The boy with three diseases, Found a friend in Jesus, Before he died his eyes, Seemed so very wise. 

    THE ONE WHO KNOWS ME SO WELL 

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