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Ellison Is Yet Unborn

Ellison is yet unborn
And yet to be created
But he’s always on your mind
Like a thought you can’t rewind
He is running through meadows
And he swings high above tree tops
But the only place he leers
Is the space between your ears

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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