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A sign out of slight
When I get to it
There will be no surprise
A memory of 
gods behaving badly
Cut it out
The bother and the brother
When do you know
When your not in favor 
I can try and focus
So many hit and then misses
Times have changed 
At what point do I start screaming
Lasting forever
With good times
Free on hands
Then the redundant baine
Country is so whiskey

Sorry my friend
The sadness will never melt
White lines and hot tar roads
The bold cold coffin
Keep those nails tight 
Safe pastures for the soul

A movement of the legs 
To be free from external forces
Survival feelings are blank
Just escape escape

While I have gently  collapsed on the floor
Do you feel 
The moments I can't forget  
Talented potatoes
Stay true to the way of round
Ears running like locomotives
In the misty air
Blowing snow and ice
Well welcome days of
blue skies and the night stars 
Dark highway beat
Rolling along with
Music's last call for the closing portal of the free
Sweet pungent burning leaves hijacks easy fun and difficult times growing up
Feeling unusually high
I go dip my finger in the sky
Remembering
The reason to hide
Then a squirt
A promise of delight

Something's always  drowning in my tea
The rats would come sneaking
vultures 
With all their dizzy tricks 
It"s been flipped
Where is warning what makes me 
A happy revolving door 
The same way they roll
They come in
It's a fake
forged from choosing sides
From a hole
Aaaaaa hole in paradise
Blend 
Living with a admonish-er 
I am a one sided dollar bill

Now Before

A sign of a life
A memory of sight

Life with all its pointless missions
No point in screaming
It goes on and on Out-lasting forever
With good times on hand
Sorry my friend
I'am with the band
The sadness will never melt
White lines and hot tar roads
The bold cold seeking warmth

Just escape escape
While I have gently  collapsed on the floor
Do you feel 
The moments I can't forget  
Will you miss hope 
It is to never know its name
To seek a door that hides a life 
For a mold like Pinocchio
A nose with character 
Even the evil are looking good
Love the beast 
Who tames the hood
Tell us what the people are doing
Pointing fingers of pain  
I swear to consider
faith in ignorance
Living with a admonish-er 
Forever correcting 
Always wrong 
Always the better right

Walking down to the local pizzeria 
Pussy footing in baritone a/c 
Under where the rock bass sleep
Stepping through an envelope 
Thanks for the visit
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