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Come in and become
The man who made his meddle outta' sand
came to my hand,
and I kept on begging for a chant
from god
the angels
or even the damned
This locust creeped'
into that big house by the street
into the cracks
that leaked out the meek
Caused my tree's there little leafs
And my cats their skis
I have no proof to see
but it really happened to me
That one day at the Peet's
that one hour of peace
-the crease in the page had folded awesomely,
at the perfect degree
The sun sparkling
my eye's dozily-
crosses into the rolling scheme
and then I become the poetry
Lust gets forgotten
power emasculated
hours infatuated
Sourcrout steak being heated to the core
Girls go out the door
Begging in pours
Become seated on the porch
Sipping tea and eating dessert
Never having to flirt
Always having a turn
Oh yes
Come in and become the stress
Come into the best
And then take home your vest
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