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May.16.2011
 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

(I)

~~A dark cold night
 You see nothing
 But there is in sight
 What is this something
 It isn't in height
 What will it bring
 Will it have might
 Is it an evil thing
 Is it something you can fight
 Could it have a melody to sing
 We know it is no where being bright
 Could it be something you can fling
 Can it possibly take sight
 No it's just an ordinary thing

(II)

A dark alley in your imagination
 Something that is close to the heart
 One that can cause sensation
 Something from within you that can never part
 An object or something you carry throughout this nation
 From finish to start
 Nothing that is ancient
 Nothing near being a piece of heart
 Could it be near a patient
 Can it cause a fever
 Could it cause a black out
 Is it a her
 Will it make you scream or just shout
 Does it look like fear
 Does it make anyone pout
 Will you stir

(III)

Ah it could be a cat
 Is it a dove
 How about a hat
 Could it never shove
 Or maybe it's a gnat
 How about love
 Is it skinny or fat
 What is it apart of
 What about a mat
 Is it below or above
 One which sat

(IV)

Could it go out to play
 Does it look like a fish
 Will it go or stay
 Could it be your favorite dish
 Hey
 Why must this end in ish
 Will it sit up or lay
 Try to get it polished
 Will it make your day
 Tell it you'll meet it around sevenish
 Does it have anything to say

(V)

Is it something you don't want to miss
 Is it a famous singer
 Or something you want to dis
 Don't let it linger
 Or even give it a kiss
 What will it bring her
 I think right now it's just getting you pissed

 So just give it the finger
 And just take it off your list

(VI)

What could this be
 Is it from man kind
 Let your thoughts free
 Try to go and find
 Go and try to see
 But try not to get left behind
 From the scene never flee
 I wonder if it will ever bind
 I wonder if it is from a bee
 This little mystery will stay in your mind
 Hopefully when you find it you don't scrape your knee

(VII)

I guess if you haven't figured this out by now
 It will be stuck in your head
 So take a bow
 Go to sleep go to bed
 Going crazy up there don't allow
 Make sure you've been fed
 Don't even have a cow
 I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with lead
 You'll never find out how
 What was it you said
 It may just go pow
 You couldn't of bled

(VIII)

Finding out this thing may be your goal
 Keep trying
 You can keep on digging yourself that hole
 To yourself you'll be lying
 Only to find out all along this thing it was your soul
 Now you don't have to think your dying

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