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The Cadence sailed in the race that year,
the syncopation in a
clash, the reflection of the sails in the water
pre-psychedelic, war..
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If you can have The Drowning Girl you can elevate the pot head. Anita O'day was high on stage in Newport in 1958. Everybody was high and f*****g. we'..
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I.Bottle Caps and Black JackEvocativePersistent need to pay the phone billthen a ring tone blaresTom JonesWhat goes up must come downIt's not funny en..
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Beating my belly on the ground
like a Jerusalem cricket making song.
There's a myth they cry like babies, a myth about The Pool Of Memory.
And I ..
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This is not a timefor pride,for that little movement of dartingeyes and crumbled looking fingersstacked together on your lap;for embarrassment,it&rsqu..
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I was outta there, I left,I went to encounter the worldso I could get that eccentricunderstanding back,but cry-sakes,I could have had a little spiritb..
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Pete gets home
after a day CAT busing his resume
around town.
He puts in a DVD and turns on the tube.
Pete has his night defined,
he's handed h..
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a villanelle
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I'm all torpid on that blunted
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Quick and out of the water,
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