Contest #4 - Winning Lyrics!!
Our esteemed panel of thirty-three halfwit judges drank for several nights in succession and were thrown out of at least four different fern bars before assuring us that according to their trustworthy calculations, the following effusion merits our total awe.
Here's her entry - read it and weep...
09/30/99:01:11:23
Caroll Steiff
Your Title Your Silver Will Turn to Dust
Your words were...
written upon white linen
Then placed on... a
field of down
I guess... it
must be your intention
To leave part of... yourself
here somehow
You say... it's
a sweet reminder
For the time when... things
get rough
You say that you'll... love
me forever
But you don't... love
me near enough
Found your... photograph
left in the kitchen
On the... faucet
that I have to use
So each time... I
thirst for water
I'd see... that
photograph of you
It's said, when... a
man gathers silver
that... silver
is never enough
When someone... takes
credit for what he's not done
Then his... silver
shall... turn
to dust
His... silver will...
turn to dust