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In se'enties style serenading strut
A passin all the pretty birds in kin',
The feathered Stetson ‘clipsin crimson suit,
A whistlin Dixie blues ‘cross county-lines.
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134600
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The palm trees bent upon her passing stride
From fishnet stockings running up her hide;
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218641
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As I sat down finally, finally to write,
some brooding heretical hour of the night, with my ballpoint in hand, poised to blot page, Time gathered momentum, although I did not age...
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600
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Our bodies tender heat in darkness, damp
with sweat to oil each stroke in slow caress;
beyond our glow the buried deliquesce.
We are the flame held captive in the lamp.
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124600
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Scribble something basic with traces of spectacular,pen every pint of pain spilled during the massacrewhittle the convoluted down to the vernacularboiled the whole story, now you got everybody crackin' upnow step back from the business like, “man, that's wack as…
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103452
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Didn't he have like a frog
No lips so speak of, and the weathered lizard
Look of the frequently face-lifted?
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93800
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Made sense then, should have written it down - But I fell back to sleep instead
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95700
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When not enough is left to utterThe syllables it takes to say,Goodbye--Disassembled and developed,Laid upon the ground,Like the girded gridlockOn your smog befitted brow...Goodbye.And what if I said, hello?What if I said, good day?Would it change your sunken bodyAnd repair…
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100
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In search of my spiritual source I was trailingDown canyons darker than depths undefinedMy shadow has followed the same foreign footstepsHeard the cruel whispers and told the same liesWe drink the same sorrowSleep til tomorrowHead back to SamsaraIt builds up mind and…
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98410
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Row,
Caps of white,
A salted escape
beneath reflected light.
Brother, remember those old lies?
I’m off to sea to make those things right,
now.
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98421
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94411
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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93911
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They’re exhuming Pablo Neruda
To put his old bones to the test
Determine if he was murdered
At the Capitalists’ request.
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92211
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Adam hitched his dinosaur to a covered wagon. He drove the Virgin Mary to the Faire. Shiva rode behind them in a silver limousine combing out his long and flowing hair.
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83000
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Once upon a mind-flight
Leary with the tripping became weary
Of the psychedelic travel
Felt the universe unravel
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