Auguste Dinoto

Auguste Dinoto

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TALL PEOPLE

Written By: Auguste Dinoto

Tall People
By Auguste Dinoto
I creep down alleys. I peep down halls.
I draw pretty pictures on bathroom walls.
I cross my eyes. I pluck my lip.
I’ve got a chain saw, on my hip.
I stomp and scream. I’m four foot three.
I don’t like people that are taller than me.

Tall people. Tall tall people. Tall people. Tall tall people.

Tall people, they make me displeased. You turn around to talk to them and look at their knees. The feet are low. The eyes too high. They got long waists. Skinny thighs. They need some cutting down to size.

Tall people. Tall tall people. Tall people. Tall tall people.

Late at night it’s hard to see.
A man with a hatchet by your knee.
My uncle Joe. Was six foot three.
He’s now a head shorter than me.
I stomp and scream. I’m four foot three.
I don’t like people that are taller than me.

Tall people. Tall tall people. Tall people. Tall tall people.

Tall people, they make me displeased. You turn around to talk to them and look at their knees. The feet are low. The eyes too high. They got long waists. Skinny thighs. They need some cutting down to size.

Tall people. Tall tall people. Tall people. Tall tall people.

I slip and slide. I peep and hide.
I swing my eyes from side to side.
I’ve got two heads. Some toes and thighs.
Out in the back shed, a jar of eyes.
I giggle and dance. I’m four foot three.
I don’t like people that are taller than me.

Tall people. Tall tall people. Tall people. Tall tall people.

Tall people, they make me displeased. You turn around to talk to them and look at their knees. The feet are low. The eyes too high. They got long waists. Skinny thighs. They need some cutting down to size. Tall people. Tall tall people. Tall people. Tall tall people.

Auguste Dinoto
104802 W. Foisy Rd.
Prosser, Wa. 99350
Tel. 509-973-2806
Email: dinoto1@earthlink.net

MY BEST FRIEND

Written By: Auguste Dinoto

MY BEST FRIEND
By Auguste Dinoto

Clouds slip by just like a whisper, caught out in the wind. I never felt this way before. I’ll feel it all again. Late at night I’m so alone. The winter’s coming in. You were more than just a lover. You were always my best friend.

Fireflies and distant skies, all got in the way. Looking for a perfect love, I let you slip away. Late at night I’m so alone. The winter’s coming in. You were more than just a lover. You were always my best friend.

I walked in cities made of steel. I climbed on mountains high. I built a castle made of wind. I floated to the sky. I caught a train, then another train. A train became my friend. I spent my life out counting stars, and looking through the wind. An empty house on the corner. The windows broken in. Someone said you went away, and you won’t be back again…

Fireflies and distant skies, all got in the way. Looking for a perfect love, I let you slip away. Late at night I’m so alone. The winter’s coming in. You were more than just a lover. You were always my best friend.

I walked in cities made of steel. I climbed on mountains high. I built a castle made of wind. I floated to the sky. I caught a train, then another train. A train became my friend. I spent my life out counting stars, and looking through the wind. An empty house on the corner. The windows broken in. Someone said you went away, and you won’t be back again…

Clouds slip by just like a whisper, caught out in the wind. I never felt this way before. I’ll feel it all again. Late at night I’m so alone. The winter’s coming in. You were more than just a lover. You were always my best friend.

I walked in cities made of steel. I climbed on mountains high. I built a castle made of wind. I floated to the sky. I caught a train, then another train. A train became my friend. I spent my life out counting stars, and looking through the wind. An empty house on the corner. The windows broken in. Someone said you went away, and you won’t be back again…

Auguste Dinoto
104802 W. Foisy Rd.
Prosser, Wa. 99350
Tel. 509-973-2806
Email: dinoto1@earthlink.net