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perpetrating counter-culture she is walking through the parkfirst light ugly and more muscular than the darkpushing poems at the urban silencedrawing portraits of the passers-bysitting on the curbcombining traffic soundsgetting dirty looks and dirty jeanson the dirty groundshe says I can't figure out what kind of life this iscomedy or tragedy I just know it's show bizand what if I don't agreewith the lines I have to readthey don't pay me enoughthe way I see itfreedom and democracythat's the word from washington every daythe americat's asleepwith warm milk and clichesand people are expendable along the wayyour dollar is dependablewhat more can we saywould you like some dog coffeeit's all that we've gotyou can have someyou can have notwould you like some dog coffeeit's all that we've gotwe're taking care of big businessand meanwhile some of the beans rot
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