golden slumber(less) dreamA Poem by indigojews and gypsies hounds and clowns know space no(t) place like home now is the season so reap what you sow go turn, turn, turn toward the sun just run with demons and fools and no time to lose you must choose 4 ding dong look out your back door hell is calling 4 u 2 letusin
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