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Here is an example of what we are talking about.

                This is an original Poem by

                         Jon Kan August

                      "Circus in my Head"

The "Lyrics" section will be set up just like Singers etc. 

    The Musical talent will come to this page and view 

                the Pomes/Lyrics that are offered.

   If they like what they see, they will click on that

                persons link,  or email address

                         right below the Lyrics

 One their webpage they can find out more about 

                the individual(s) who wrote the piece

                        and take it from there !

Could this be your Song ?

             Circus in my head, Ring Master is dead,

      Tents are all a blaze as the Elephants stampede 

   But the Children are not afraid, as Tigers roam free

            and the Old man is down on one knee

         Drawing the next play in the sands of time

  Is this really happening and am I really losing my mind ?

                    Playing catch with a 38 Bullitt

                     Dancing on the razors edge

                   Is that a crack in the sidewalk ?

                       Or is that the final ledge ?

            And the Demons keep calling, shoot low boy,

                               we may be crawling 

              and the Devil whispers, "you're stalling,

        You might as well jump, you're already falling"

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   There's a Circus in my head, the seven foot midget

                  grabbed the cashbox and fled 

     The high wire act lay crumpled on the ground

and from the packed empty seats their was no sound

                They all had something better to do

        They all had somewhere they would rather be

                           After the money ran out

                           After the money ran out

                    So did they, So did you, even Me.

   Guggling dynamite, let's ad nitro-gelsolin to the mix

          looks like we got ourselves in a hell of a fix

        and sometimes us old dogs don't want to learn 

                                  any new tricks

                So, let's throw some shit at the wall

                          and see if any of it sticks

   and the Demons keep calling, what's a matter boy

                                 why you balling ?

                and the Devil shouts, you're stalling

        You might as well jump, you're already falling.

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