Mick Burr
Mick Burr

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Welcome to Mick Burr.

                                                                          The Chasm of Spikes

 

                                                                                     by

 

                                                                              David Burr

 

     Long ago, in a planet in another galaxy, there lived a man who pondered the mystery of a great fallacy.

 

     He went fishing and he paid the price, 

 

     And he fell through the ice.

 

     As you see this man was very cerebral and he pondered indeed,

 

     As he secretly wondered how many mouths he was going to have to feed.

 

     He counted the hours and seconds on the clock by the wall,

 

     As his countenance began to fall.

 

     He wondered why he had nothing to lose and everything to gain,

 

     As he asked the whispering voices why his son was going insane.

 

     As his concentration bgan to cease,

 

     He wondered why he wasn't granted grace with the country of Greece.

 

     As he saw the shadows on the wall,

 

     He wondered why the great box of his mind could not gather the shadows on the wall.

 

     As he climbed up to th mystery fountain of pity,

 

     He wondered why he could contemplate the spacetime contineum,

 

     In the confines of the city.

 

     He did this without exception,

 

     As his eyes gazed upon another dimen

 

    As his mind went from the mind of an adult,

 

    To that of little tykes,

 

    He would wonder why he was hung continually over the chasm of spikes.

 

                                                             the end

 

 

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