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SILENTLY THEY WAITED
Silently they waited
down there by the dock
the sound of the waves crashing
and the ticking of the clock
were the only sounds that they heard
as they stood there waiting for me
that cold wet night, on the dock,
down by the sea
I knew I had to be there
just as the clock struck ten
I knew they wouldn't wait for me
after all they were not my friends
I rushed to make my way that night
throught the dark, in the thick wet fog
I tripped and slipped, got all wet,
when I fell into the bog
Later when they met me
they took one look at me
they didn't care that I was wet
they only wanted the money
as they handed me the black bag
I handed them the cash
later when I got home
I broke out in a rash
Something in the water
that had laid in the bog
or maybe it was something
that was in the fog
had just done something
very strange to me
my skin was turning colors
how could this be
Looking in my big black bag
I really didn't care
about the rash that was on my skin
or about my itchy hair
all I really wanted
was what was in that bag
I wonder do you understand
I am not one to brag
but I did very well that night
out there on the dock
listening to the wave crash
and the ticking of the clock
©1999 Jim Nasium