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spitty splashing of pitty patter sun-washed lemons,
spitty splashing of pitty patter sun-washed lemons,
the sun rises instead to the shade of the apple trees
Hello nuke in the sky, its an experience to say Hi,
cracking my last case of beer until ashes I'll die.......
wisdom dictates I'll be lost to the flesh as a fact,
among all the memorial moments as I pass away.
Inner child, wake up to heaven or hell in a new cell,
I bid my old young self bumping heads a wishing well...
but the coin spark flames will ring Purgatory's bell..
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Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
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