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Hello Mr Morrison

hello mr morrison tell me, are the indians that you saw when you were young still on that dusty road? did one take control of you spirits now are one, once two after that the arrow flew and "squirming like a toad" the brains of thousands tuned to hear you speak the poet, philosopher and the tweak the genius but never the geek is welcome in my abode i idolize the lizard king let the long lost trumpets sing love, despair, unholy things found in his lost odes resting in a grave in france lucky me,i got the chance to see him rest, but at a glance on a motorbike he rode to make a future lost as gold

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