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Swampyville's - "Teenage Spring"!

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Teenage Spring! By L. Don Oliver

Your teenage spring, is such a frightening thing, when night never meets the ; Sometimes you cry and cry, no one can understand why, or what you are trying to ;

Parents say don't you do, what they did too, when they were your ; They think they know how, just what to do now, to write your future _;

They don't live in your time, where answers are hard to find, they can't ache the way you _, But parents do ache at night, when you are far from their sight, their worries they try to ___;

And in the final sum, their sleep will never come, while you are still _; No one knows the secret of, this thing we call love, but it "must" be shown every ;

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The Progressive Highway! By L. Don Oliver

Rust covered broken plow, Painted over by a monetary now, Is what they constantly deceive; Nothing from nothing, Will beget something; Is what they wish us to believe;

And the Progressive Highway Continues!

If never to awake, To the tactics they take, Blowing smoke into a cloud; The slight of hand tricks, The pain that it inflicts, Upon a programmed crowd;

And the Progressive Highway Continues!

Will we ever take pride, Instead of seeking to hide, From their continuing storm; No, we will acquiesce, To their final behest, And always follow the norm;

And the Progressive Highway Continues!

Brave soldiers who have died, They lay there and cry, From the gradual reforming rain; Crying deep within their soul, For the loss of their goal; Their sacrifice was all in vain;

And the Progressive Highway Continues!

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