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A Poem by Rob
Living in my time is a coloured theme.
Mescaline in a field seems such a joy,
like the young boys eating mushrooms by the school swimming pool,
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A Poem by Rob
I saw the Indian boy run
down the underpass
he slipped from day to night,
that boy showed me we're all running, all slipping through an underpass m..
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