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Recipe of 1997

Take on Glen Clark egg
and crack it
Separate the yolk from the White
and beat until whipped,
Beat in 2 cups of Lies
Toss in in one teaspoon of so else is new
Add in 40 religious nuts, only found California(optional if allegric)
A pinch of David Dachony
and a sprinkling of rain
Cream in to cups of fighting fisheries
One cup of Marijuana or Mary Jane (also optional)
stir in one convicted abbotsford Killer
Add in one flash of few cameras at a stop light
A death on the train tracks
A nip of communism

·A squeeze of kkk member
A drop of Mother Teresa
A tablespoon of Howard Stearn
Blend in one Manitoba Flood
Whip in a Chris Farley speed ball
Don't mix
or you will die if consumed
Add a sprinkle of Christmas insanity
A dash of idle Speculation for 1997
And you have a recipe that's sure to set off the fire works of any New Year

Coldness of the Heart

It burns bright no more; No more
The fire is long gone
cooled are its ashes
Her eyes are black like the fire's ashes
and they have lost all their spark
She is stone faced cold with hate.
Her cheeks are sunken in
and there are crows feet around her blue steely eyes
Her body no longer longs for his touch.
Too many years of abuse
Too long heart has grown cold
Her hands are frozen now as waits for the water to cover her head
and drown her
She is waiting the ice to thaw
And in the morning
He will find her dead.