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T' Dinner Surprise! 7: 00 T' Day. Be here or be a Turkey!

The writing is already on the wall. Once said, no one really cared at all. All I asked of you is to listen, once and for all. How about a listen, listen to it all. A tree not blown doesn't glisten. A tree has fallen, but no one listened. A fire with no fuel doesn't burn. Until a tree is cut and sawn, it's heat it gives is never earned. A man gets tired of never making it to pawn. Here I am now, all in your face, don't turn around now, keep up the pace. I can't chain you down, nor do I want to. All I ask is listen, listen to it all. The strings have been plucked and bent. A sound never heard, never went. The words, the lyrics on the wall are still standing tall, but the man who wrote them never came at all.

crunchysoundbite wrote:The writing is already on the wall. Once said, no one really cared at all. All I asked of you is to listen, once and for all. How about a listen, listen to it all. A tree not blown doesn't glisten. A tree has fallen, but no one listened. A fire with no fuel doesn't burn. Until a tree is cut and sawn, it's heat it gives is never earned. A man gets tired of never making it to pawn. Here I am now, all in your face, don't turn around now, keep up the pace. I can't chain you down, nor do I want to. All I ask is listen, listen to it all. The strings have been plucked and bent. A sound never heard, never went. The words, the lyrics on the wall are still standing tall, but the man who wrote them never came at all.

...perhaps you spiked your Apple Cider a tad too strong...

What's Cidat?

Used in a sentence:

What's cidat donut?

Jelly.

crunchysoundbite wrote:The writing is already on the wall. Once said, no one really cared at all. All I asked of you is to listen, once and for all. How about a listen, listen to it all. A tree not blown doesn't glisten. A tree has fallen, but no one listened. A fire with no fuel doesn't burn. Until a tree is cut and sawn, it's heat it gives is never earned. A man gets tired of never making it to pawn. Here I am now, all in your face, don't turn around now, keep up the pace. I can't chain you down, nor do I want to. All I ask is listen, listen to it all. The strings have been plucked and bent. A sound never heard, never went. The words, the lyrics on the wall are still standing tall, but the man who wrote them never came at all.

Pretty clever verse there bro Also like the 'whats up...'

Cool poem, where's the music? Seems like
your wordplay would blend well with a melody,
I don't hear it.

Lynard Dylan wrote:Cool poem, where's the music? Seems like
your wordplay would blend well with a melody,
I don't hear it.

Yeah ... help him out man

My system sucks. it would be easier for a camel to pass through an eye of a needle than for me to upload music. Almost as bad as downloading. If you want to take a swing at it, just send me some royalties, please.