Songs
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Did the sun come out and recover?
Cops are all the same person it is the voice of a man he thinks he is just cool and expecting the weather but his contending stride marks the fool’s...
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They are going to sell my relics
I really wish you would not do that you, there, you do not even know the story you cannot decide what to sell and throw away you will never find...
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Stages, part II
creativity is a funnel to God melodramas for the ages if only this half of the border could hear its songs and sages
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The Piano Juries (In the Septic Town)
I never gave width to faith, it employs more destroyers than 7th ave. seven months into your own trial where vacations rest for leisure I took my own small town...
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I was there
I was there I looked I listened I told you look there look there I told you it was right in front of you. How could you take this for...
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The dance from God tonight:
A gentleman has to take it like an ant
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We do not need to ask
He threw out the maps to his final resting place God said, “Isn’t it interesting, that you have to ask, does God want us to keep ourselves from being conquered?”...
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strings, navigate and you are stirring
I will not talk to you right now with your oblique suit firing on all ashen cups delinquent tyl the ghost of the morning, triumphant only in knocking doorways where...
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Salt in the brisk Alabaman shadows of monetary turbulence simmering ewe-weeds calling water docile and reformed
a cold degree shadowing the arch trumpet of disassociate mills claiming the destitute come for God is an exaggeration of myth that all castor oil simmers along the same clay...
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the stirred to run bodies of war
ash stolen from Yokuts the Old Fig Garden hops robbed from Miwok large garden angels perpetuating the motion for a defense of injustice =from the center star of the bribery...