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Cliff Lake

@cliffsongs

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Dalton, Massachusetts

                                                         Harmonica player. Reader of Tolkien. Often found in pants. Hallucinations accepted in emergencies. Last firstborn in household. Commenter on every damn thing imaginable. Have never been accused of singing well. I will never stop writing. Please see my writing at: https://cliffsongs.blogspot.com/     or https://cliffsongs.substack.com/

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  1. Marionette Melancholy

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  2. Marionette Melancholy The puppets morosely gather, Their strings clutched in their hands, Waiting for Master’s arrival, To begin the dysfunctional dance. What words will they be made to speak, Nothing is left to chance, Which way will they now move their feet, Entangled in circumstance.
  3. Georgia Girl

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  4. Georgia Girl You, Georgia girl, you ain’t no peach, We won’t swallow what you preach. You have soiled your vaunted station, By trying to sell out your nation. In servitude to a traitor, You show you’re a collaborator. A short listen tells us how, You’re a pipeline from Moscow. Russia b
  5. In memory of Dickey Betts, who died at home at age 80:
  6. Pichers of You

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  7. Pichers of You And have you answered me with a meme? Your misability exposed. Your tacit admission. You must not think on your own. You must not think. Let another, And retreat into the stupor. Let another, Four words at a time. Whose words, Do you have on repeat? Whose words, Are indelible
  8. Sleepy Don

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  9. Sleepy Don Sleepy Don that creepy con, Hasn’t been getting much sleep lately. He has so much to dwell on, That will affect him greatly. Sleepy Don, the same suit on, Can’t bother to pay attention. What’s he on to keep him calm, And thus avoid detention? Sleepy Don, lost his Teflon, He’s
  10. An Open Letter to Mike Johnson How much longer will you avoid, The duties that you applied for? How much longer will you evade, The matters you are derided for? How many lives can you overlook, How many do you explain away? How many lives were extinguished in rubble, How many lives wer
  11. An Open Letter to Mike Johnson

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  12. Advisements for the Guiltless

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  13. Advisements for the Guiltless Hey there, Grumpy Gus, Got your best same suit on? Got your frown on your face? Well then, you’re ready… Make a statement on the courthouse steps, Be sure to sneer When mispronouncing the judges’ name. Defame the jury anonymously, That way the charges can’t
  14. Reflection

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  15. Reflection I remember that one time, That time long ago. But the memory is in black and white, Full of people I no longer know. Memories of sunshine, And the memory of rain. And the memories of places I can never go back again. How is time like a river, If you cannot fish from one place?
  16. The Way Back

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  17. The Way Back Look at you cringing from the smallest change, Things haven’t gotten that far out of range. Our existence isn’t so full of dread, Why do you listen to the talking heads? Their hyperbole doesn’t bear examination, They deal in panic, not information. They have you convinced
  18. Tears for They That Hold

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  19. Tears for They That Hold Putin-defiant they stand, Though genocide looks on them bold. A bulwark they are, The stop against the ravage. Yet in that, Are they ravaged themselves, Yet they toil on! Distant sisters and brothers, They would be forsaken by orators, Who lose nothing, Save the er

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