Max Headroom Is Stuck In A Box

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Max Headroom is stuck in a box
Reclusive creature of yesteryear
Been trapped there under lock
Trembling hands with rippled fear
Our former lives now tarnished
With time dropping of another grain
Too much polish, too much varnish
Our earnest vanity will be our pain
But to peel away those outer layers
Uncover something forgotten & small
Hidden deep, lest our betrayers
Might catch us before the squall

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The Waves Ripple Through The Water

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the waves ripple through the water

the moon illuminates the midnight sky

my feet nestled in the soft, white sand

I feel all alone, but don’t quite know why

as I walk, three little birds take flight

I am calmed by the ocean’s gentle roar

a cool spray soothes my weary face

I’m at peace, but know I need something more