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So I said I guess things are alright Sternly he replied, "You just sit tight kid" One thing still bothered me, But I never did bother to ask I couldn

That Van Gogh sky shrinks the city that shrinks me Man's amazing paved maze dictates paths we take I know you know traps ease I know no trapeze

Canine exhales my steam faced spit bath Tippy toed noses nippy cold touch I'm looking up through gnarling gashers, Through drooley jowls peering into

Vision giving light Eyes wide might slip It's nearly too many near misses dear Mrs. Hey Ma, Do I Hafta Choke On These? I'm fine right here

Catholic bad boy in a good boy suit Central Illinois 1962 Red angry already Hasn't even met me yet Just do what's just to do Gonna gotta go on and get

W're being too honest I push you to pull me Belittle my little attempts at growth Go on, Go on Head right down that headlight's stare Take my wind and

Dictionary can swear, She's barely aware, Of her apparently paralyzing stares Let me let go Let me let go Angel, I've never seen you Grapevine twine

Peanuts and kiddie Molotov cocktails On a starved stomach On Sunday afternoons I've got tobacco allergies, And a bloody tongued cat lick ticking the

I watch you hold it above your head A web of broken shatters up It all collapsed As you clasped your own little piece of nothing You claim as your own