Dinner Bell
[by Harumaki Gohan]
All the many things that I don't have will always fall off
Little wonder that the dishes like everyone else has
Also would have vanished at my touch
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I can't even count all the things here that I haven't got
Going home, there was a gathering that I looked in on;
The magic hour, with its fuss
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Every time that I looked in their window, I always had one thought:
Wonder what it is that all the gentle warmth there is made of?
I guess, only the kid inside would know what
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In my dreams, I'm able to fly just as high as I wish
With the wings that I received back then from a witch
Going home, there was a gathering that I looked in on;
I saw the shadow of an apron
It was a white bell
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It isn't as if I'm special
Nobody's favorite, but, well--
If, like it's normal
As if it's normal
Like it's just a routine cycle,
The way you do for everyone else,
Won't you please call me back in, dinner bell?
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Dinner bell
Dinner bell
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I can't even count all the things I don't like to eat of
But if I never eat, then I will just die slowly
I'll become miserable and tiny
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I drink up a gulp of the soup the toy chef made me
We'll be able to survive on this, at least, until daylight
Hold on to our tummies and try to sleep tight
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No matter where or when I will still be a good kid
If I keep following the rules my mama set
But on the side of a road one winter night, I lost it
The door that's never gonna open
It, too, a white bell
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I don't need a promise upheld
Didn't tell it to myself
But, just like normal
If, like it's normal
Blanketed in silver snow,
Before my heart is frozen as well
Won't you please call me back in, dinner bell?
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As if it's normal
As if it's normal
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I didn't choose for this
I didn't choose for this
I didn't choose for this
So why, do I feel like I need it?
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I couldn't choose--so what?
So I didn't have a choice but to say it was love?
Realizing that even the apron, was a person too
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Even now nobody will see
All of it changes nothing
I knew everything
Knew everything already
Like it's just a routine cycle,
The way you do for everyone else
Break the fever that's put me in its spell
Bring it softly to an end, dinner bell
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Recollections, Penny Candy & Love
Recollections of decades ago that seem like the distant past, and just yesterday, often dance in my awareness. I hear my inner voice harkening back to what seemed like glory days but, in reality (and retrospect), were often fraught with racism and sexism.
I remember the penny candy store, where we could buy red juju coins, pixie sticks, bubble gum cigarettes (how ironic), and a plethora of other…
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