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The Who, that never sleeps
mr_e

Wating foreverlong
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with centurys old straw for guts,
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and unnaturally deep poked holes for eyes,
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He stares straight into my window.
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Sun,rain, hail or snow
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He never moves.
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He never speaks.
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He is a barely a speck on the horizon.
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But I know hes there.
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And everyday I look out the window,
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that speck seems to grow a little larger.
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I talk in the present for
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even though I now I live so far away,
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I still feel that same speck on the horizon,
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moving closer
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Inch by inch
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day by day.
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And everytime, with dead face grinning,
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As his still lips whisper:
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       "We're all alone in the field tonight,
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               And the night is growing long, long, long"
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the feint sound of laugher tickles my spine...
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22 Jun 07

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is this about a scarecrow? the poem's solid but I'm unsure as to who was staring....but perhaps that's the idea. thanks.
 — Trish77

In L22 is "feint" intended, or did you mean "faint"?  It makes for an interesting double meaning if it was intentional.
 — skinnyJon

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