The Word Giants
The tales of the word giants, The telling of our time, And all the lake side sessions, AKA yours and mine. So what's your type? Please tell it to my psyche, I hardly even know, If our friendship is likely. The lost phrases of mine, Like losing the last breath, But feeling peace and hope, And then you know you've passed the test. The learned scholar dollar, Is worth more than just a penny, Study, read, and write, And your ideas will be many. Timetables have no legs, But add and multiply, They stand on their own, If the answer's wrong or right. One thing that's for sure, In math there are no lies, It's not like being poetic, Or creating rhyming lines.
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Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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