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You marched in step from 9 to 5, kept perfect pace, pledged allegiance to enforced mediocrity, until the day they let you go—the day you knew that you were never Buddy Holly on their plane; just another passenger, brilliant but doomed.
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116900
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A baseball bat a large pipe a hammer and axe
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3310
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Xmas is upon us!
Sales are in the stores
Candles in the windows
Wreaths upon the doors.
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62020
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Their son doesn’t eat anything. They can’t see how he keeps growing.
He’s like an air plant, living on air alone, all the while knowing
they themselves will never live on air alone again.
They sewed their wild oats. They lived their universal life
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The gates going up
and down like
gigantic windshield wipers
to let the existent
boxcars pass.
We went across these real
bumpy railroad tracks into
a town so
small there
wasn’t enough room
for the car,
so we got out and went ahe
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148742
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I saw God sobbing in a wheelchair
His legs didn't work and He had no hair
I saw God sobbing in a wheelchair
Nobody else was there
Nobody stopped to stare
Nobody seemed to care
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59700
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Oh my God!
The question of whether or not we each have a double has been answered. Yours is living in Louisville, KY. It was you...young you. I already knew it, but seeing your picture just slammed it home. Again.
I knew I shouldn't have told you
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Your sweet salt taste,
your pulse of wind,
the small, unspectacular way
you lie –
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95501
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On the street / The protesters stand / Yelling words empty as wind
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119700
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19265
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gazing up
is a kind
into the blackness
of rust
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117430
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after several beers this woman told me once/(when I was maybe 15)
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I find it more fun to be a pirate
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19853
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Those curtain wearing warmongers
With jelly eyed fish scales painted to the back of their necks
Those were the days
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