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Mini Poppadoms

Intensive
can you hear the intensity
Mr freeze step aside
I have flies and they are my new friends
The crackle of the snow,whip and blow
The cackle of the crow,the man taking the dough
The crackle of the soap
Left until your laundries done

The night of a moon And a cow 
The red rooster cocks 
And the people come
Forgetting their young
Bullish greed feeding fires
Feeding flies but not the ones that are my friends
Loaded handshakes
Laughing and crying 
Ill be the clouds that could save your skin
You can be the tear in my blue jean
Contribution
Dixie cup lemonade
In your brain
Are you in the right key
The rain filtered sea
Are you wondering
Who joined the rain band
Those old Sugarland express ideas
To get some kind of release at your tease
You torment to get your way
All about the feel
Your tumbling but not sure which way friends won't humble 
Won't even reach for the phone
Money never saw
The proof coming your way
Sunday shows
Slam my shadow
Through the cracks As the wind blows the winter snow
Turned us back into rats
When women grow a pair
They will leave us in the dust
What is left 
So bold and free
Confetti seeded by a limp plant
Deeded to remove any doubt
Confetti on the streets
Traded point for point 
With Ice
In the way 
Of the West
And live like a rat
He lost impressing
Misplaced sorrow for a monkey pushing a cart with a sign around the neck that says just about anything you can afford
Work revealing last hopes last hippies
Knowing the others see a crumb 
Have command of the snake
The jungle makes you 
While the Earth spins faster than you can think
All what we know is coming as crushing 
Of an avalanche
The truth and honesty gets you where you want to go
The other barely gets you through the day
Thank you Canada.

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